July 24 2009 "the void"

I woke up thinking about what to do on our day off. With zero plans in this unfamiliar town, the morning was quite boring as we spent it lounging around Jenna's house, taking showers and arguing with each other. Sleeping in the van, I had missed out on a gong show it seems. Taylor got lucky last night and Reuben and Mike got stick and poke tattoos in commemoration of the tour. Incredibly enough, Mike got a boy turtle on one knee and a girl turtle on the other. The boy turtle with GSTS on the shell and the girl turtle with cope . Ask him to make the turtles kiss, its real cute. Reuben got ccddss which stands for "cross Canada dog dad shit show" one of our blog entry titles. Insane. Looking at my spoiled wounds they actually seem to be getting better which is a good thing because I dislike painful ooze. More arguing ensued and we decided to go to a grocery store for some breakfast supplies. We made some hefty omelette's and hash browns in Jenna's kitchen as well as prepare some tofu for later. Kaylee brought back slurpees and we sat around arguing what to do next. I was amazed to learn that Regina had more than farm fields filled with trash and abandoned appliances. They had a beach, so the destination was set. The drive to the beach was a windstorm sitting in the back of Jenna's car. I was having a great time until a grasshopper shot through the open window and hit me in the neck. With the windows rolled up, we arrived at the beach to enjoy a good ol' fashioned Regina sunset. A few of us ended up swimming but most sat at the picnic table in the shade like the senior citizens we can't wait to be. Seniors drink though, right? Because that's what was on the agenda for tonight. A bonfire was in the works also. We returned to Jenna's and Matt was MIA once again so after a bad time locating him far far away from where we were, we drove off into the country side of Regina for a good ol' fashioned Regina bonfire under the stars. Many people from the show the previous night were in attendance. A few of them were shooting a pellet gun at a log with cans placed on it precariously close to where I was sitting. Drinking began immediately. I began to drink apple juice, antibiotics ahoy! Some frustrating conversation on the topic of religion and abortion came up and I decided to opt out quickly and head in for some sleep. Being old as fuck has its benefits. However my dreams of sleep were interrupted in a harsh manner as an extremely high and drunk Durell Smith had come to tell me we had to move the van because it was not allowed where it was. So this severely impaired man maneuvered our van out of one sketchy field and into another. The sound of people fumbling around and bitching about where they were going to sleep was enraging. I wanted to sleep now. Eventually everyone fucked off to bed.

The last thing I heard before I fell into the sweet escape of reality was the sound of Todd puking and groaning in the front seat.