Struggling through a fever like sleep state while fending off a barrage of flies that persisted to land on my face, I awoke to the sounds of Reuben playing guitar in his kitchen. Day 2 begins. Must be prepared for a show in Vancouver tonight. Travis lives in Vancouver now.He's just another one of the people I love that abandoned Edmonton. Being bitter can wait because I smell something delicious. Ruben's mom had prepared us a tasty breakfast. (for real). So we ate, packed up and were wished well as we headed towards Vancouver. We navigated our way through the dirty city to Edna house, appropriately named by another ex Edmontonian Steve. I was excited to see everyone but upon arrival we quickly realized that nobody was home. So we dropped off our bags (and Travis' precious cargo we so graciously colored from Edmonton) and went to meet up at a nearby food mart. Friends and watermelons!! Hugs and greeting and other shit. Time to go to Edna house and get the grand tour. Edna house is awesome. Danzig the cat is pretty awesome too, except when he farts on me. Its beautiful outside. So lets go play frisbee and fly some kites. Sweet connections were made and apparently it was shirtless o'clock according to Steve's watch so we all got a healthy tan. Matt and Durell sulked in the van, hesitant to partake in the fun time. Actually, I don't know if they were sulking. They just didn't come. Making them 'enemies of fun'. However, fun time was over. Time to play a show. We made our way to the APC (anti poverty committee). Parking in downtown Vancouver is a hellish nightmare. A brutal medieval woodcut of full lots, bad neighborhoods, sketchy bums and junkies, angry careless drivers and break ins. But other than that Vancouver rules. War hero didn't make it. Damages is playing tonight which is awesome. I thought of something funny. Vancouver kids at the show were not really moving for any of the bands songs, thats because Vancouver kids are just Edmonton kids with one good move in them, get it?? I'm pretty sour about all my friends moving away. Our set was one problem after another. My sampler died, Matt's guitar input was sketchy resulting in a guitar that sounded like shit. Whatever. Not every show is a gem. Noogz came out, which was nice to see his sweet face. Woolworm would have been sweet to see also maybe next time. Todd and I were Gsts human microphone stands. I made Reuben work to sing his lyrics. We took forever packing up as always and in the midst of organizing the van, Gsts had realized their van had been broken into. A police car promptly drove after them and informed them that they had caught the guy who had done it and most of their items would be returned. But not the condom in Mike's wallet. True story. Sketchy. Also sketchy, is Durell ditching us to hang out with strangers and get drunk. Strangers to us at least. We wished him a rape / murder suicide free evening. I found a dog dad mask. Perfect. We headed back to Edna and watched salad fingers videos on Steve's computer. Nightmares were sure to follow as we headed off to bed.
The sound of Danzig the cat getting into annoying kitten shenanigans plagued me as I drifted off to sleep.
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