WOW, The Townehouse Really Smells Bad!
Do Gummie Worms Poo Cookies?
How My Life Long Dream of Visiting Port Severn Was Fulfilled
Dan, Are You Sure The Gas Station is Just Around The Corner?
I Have Never Been This Wet Without Being in The Shower or Swimming
Air mattresses Suck Ass and Can Rot in Hell!
I Stood in The Rain For Four and a Half Hours...FUCK IT!! I'm Buying a T-shirt...
Those Creepy Houses on The Side of The Highway By Blind River Truly ARE Creepy
I used the Lars one because it was the first one I thought of. What a fucking weekend. Where do I start?
As you know, Dan and I went to Toronto to see Rancid and Ben Harper. This little adventure has been in the works for about two months. I have been excited for this weekend since I ordered the tickets from Ticket Master. The night before we were to leave, I could not sleep. I decided to log on to MySpace and just look around. My heart sank as I read this bulletin posted by Alex of "The Ripcordz"...(remember, he is very French and his English is not the greatest...these are not spelling mistakes on my part...)
Just coming back from the Rancid show, they had to stop after 6 songs, Lars collapsed on the stage...It was really weird, he went straight to the hospital, i heard something to do with medication he had to take for allergies... Aniway after a while Tim annonced that they will come back to do another one for everibody who had ticket for that night...
The beginning if the show was great aniway though they all seems a bit tired...
@lex
I immediately called Dan. No answer. I then called the Downbeat. No answer. SHITFUCKDAMN!!!
A soon as Dan got to my house in the morning I told him about what I had heard. He called his friend Steve in Toronto who was going to the show with us. Steve said he would look into the situation and call us to let was know what was going on. We hit the road around 8:30 with plenty of coffee and cigarettes and a tight grip on our dreams that Rancid will not cancel.
...at this point, we are still happy at the rest stop where we ate bananas and used the bathroom...
...about ten minutes past the rest stop and about five minutes from Sudbury, we got the call from Steve telling us not to hurry...both Rancid shows in Toronto were cancelled...this is an unhappy Dan on the phone with Steve as we lunched at the Laughing Buddha...we also made a pit stop at the Townehouse...what a stinky dive...wow...Seriously bummed out, we left Sudbury following our lovely lunch and continued to Toronto. Had it not been for our Saturday evening Ben Harper tickets, we would have just turned around and gone home. We still have Ben Harper to look forward to, right? We were happy about that. I was now driving.
"It's all my fault, Dan. I was bragging all day at work that I was going to see Rancid. I did it."
"I'm pretty sure your bragging did not give Lars Fredriksen a degenerative bone disease, Donna. It's not your fault." Dan laughed.
Dan fell asleep. We were low on gas but had plenty to get us to Parry Sound. No problem. I'll just stop there. Dan awoke just past Noble and we chatted. As I was about to turn into Parry Sound, Dan told me not to, that there was a gas station just around the corner on the side of the highway we can stop at.
"Are you sure Dan? That's not sounding familiar to me."
"Positive." he said.
We drove on.....and on......and on.....and on....no gas station. Crap. The situation is desperate. I start laughing as I come to terms with that fact that we will, very shortly, run out of gas. My first time ever.
And just as I turned off the highway to go into Port Severn (never been there), it happens.
...and there we are just seconds from port severn on the side of the road, gasless...Dan had a good walk, though...
...and there I was on the side of the road trying to keep myself amused as hundreds of people just drove by without one ounce of concern for my well being...jerks...
...Dan was only gone for about 20 minutes...a nice contractor guy with plenty of empty Coors light cans in his truck, and one in his hand, gave Dan a ride back...On the road once more. Dan is driving again. We talk and joke and listen to really really loud music. Dan is upset that I have never seen the movie "Garden State". We get to Toronto about 8:00 without further incident.
At Grant's house (Dan's friend we are crashing with) we are met by Marty...
...this is Marty...say 'hi' Marty...he is a friendly, playful, cute and VERY large what I believe to be a Lab/St. Bernard mix...I like him a lot...With no Rancid show, Dan and I wondered downtown to see what else was up. Turns out not a whole lot. We paid a quick visit to "Suspect Video" where their answer to everything I asked for was "No, but we can order it for you." Yeah, ya know what? I can order it too, dumb-ass. I did find a copy of "Another State of mind" for Rob cheaper than the Social Distortion website. This made me happy.
We continued to wonder. We ended up at the Horseshoe drinking free shots of Jack Daniels on the patio...some sort of promotional thing for "Deadwood" which is premiering on the History Channel soon...or already has...I don't know. I wasn't really paying attention. The band playing next door was fun and I met a very cute puppy named Benny...
...this is me and Benny...say 'hi' Benny...
...this is Dan and I on the Horseshoe patio enjoying the freaks and text messages from Shannon and booze and weird Toronto night air...Naturally we were hungry, so naturally we went to Amato's on the way home to indulge in some of the best pizza on the planet...two slices for each of which is actually enough to feed four people. What the hell. A bit more wondering...
...this is Dan poking fun at his singlehoodness...yes, that is a wedding dress...
...this is Dan trying to look deep and serious in front of one of those annoying poster plastered walls...We get back to Grant's and he immediately puts in "Garden State" which I loved and decided I must own. Grant and Mel arrive home after their friend's wedding and we are finally introduced. We smoke and chat and watch the rest of the movie. They inflate my bed for me and we say our good nights...
About three hours after the lights went out, I awoke ever so uncomfortable. My hip and shoulder are KILLING me. The air mattress has deflated. I spent the rest of my sleepless night getting up every couple of hours to blow up my bed...
...that was Friday...
