the only thing worse than growin' up is never quite learnin' how

After many months of waiting, the Joel Plaskett Emergency's Make A Little Noise DVD has arrived. I picked it up the other day down at the ol' record shop, but I only got a chance to watch the DVD portion of it tonight. It also came with a mini-EP with 3 new tracks, all of which are pretty solid. Nowhere With You is the best of the set I'd say.

I've been waiting for this DVD to hit the shelves since I saw his solo concert last year with my bro and dad at Hugh's Room in Toronto. It's a pretty sweet little venue for solo acts and mellow shit. It was actually the second time we had seen him there, the previous show being a couple of years ago.

And I can't complain at all about the DVD either, it's pretty damn sweet. It's broken down into 3 sections, the first two being live tour footage, and the last section is all of his videos to date.

As it turns out, there's a few songs in the second live set that were recorded at Hugh's Room, but they were from the show he played the night before we saw him. And from what I remember the set he played the second night was better than the stuff that made it on the DVD. But whatever, it's still good.

It's cool to get all of his videos too, since Much Music has been a fucking disaster in the last decade. I've seen a couple of them before, but most of them were new to me. Ironically, I first heard about Plaskett on Much Music's Going Coastal show, so I can't complain too much. I remember the Maybe We Should Just Go Home video because I couldn't figure out how the hell they filmed the thing. There's a few shots where the camera seems to be floating above him and it kinda screws with your mind. There's also a few little bonus videos on the disc if you look around in the credits sections and stuff.

So if you haven't heard of the man, I highly recommend you check him out. You just might be the next life changed by Joel Plaskett.

He's got some catchy tunes and clever lyrics, especially if you've ever found yourself staring at your heart as it lies on the kitchen floor. The True Patriot Love video is something of a testament to that. He puts on an entertaining live show as well, and he's always there for the fans.

Can't wait for the next CD he puts out.

If you like it so much, fucking marry it

I recall a few years back sitting in my Chemistry classroom for TAG (that stupid thing that everyone had to go to a few times a week) and listening to this crazy girl talk to my chem teacher Mr. Killam.
This girl said the word "like" more fucking times in a conversation with Killam than I could even count. A few times I tried to make a tally chart, but once I got past 100 it got a little tiring.

As it turns out, this girl ended up being one of my best friends in highschool, but at the time I didn't know her at all.

I only bring this up because today in my Philosophy tutorial a girl was making a point to the class, and she said "like" just as many times as Lauren used to back in highschool. I counted 34 "likes" within a 2 minute stint, which is about 1 every 4 seconds.

I find it amazing that as intelligent as we are at this school, stupidity thrives. We're butchering the English language, and it's pretty annoying if you ask me. If you pay attention, you'll probably notice it too.

Like, anyway... that's like, all I wanted to like, say.

Somewhat ironic in the last few sentences...

chau·vin·ism n.

1. Prejudiced belief in the superiority of one's own gender, group, or kind

Notice that definition says nothing of men at all, but it's common to call guys chauvinists if they make any kind of statement or action that people consider offensive to women. So for the record, you gotta say "male chauvinist". It's also worth noting that the def'n of feminism makes no mention of females at all either.

Now, as some of you may know, I'm not a fan of hardcorefeministsts". And it's not because I'm a male chauv, though I've been called that in the past without legitimate justification. For example, last year I laughed my ass off when a female figure skater was dropped by her partner in a routine that I saw on TV. That might make me a complete prick, but it doesn't have any bearing on sexual superiority since I would've laughed just as hard if it was a man that fell. So when I was called a "chauvinist" it didn't mean much. The reason I don't like "feminists" is this: I'm more concerned with equality than which sex or gender has (or ought to have) more power in society.

There's no doubt in my mind that men have treated women unfairly for the lion's share of human history, and until recently there's never been much power given to women. In some senses that's to be expected, as men are generally larger than women, and can control them physically. This, in turn, lead to all sorts of inequalities and abuses of power in the world. Men saw women as lesser beings who deserved lesser rights, and created an establishment of government where men held all of the power. Women were thought to be less intelligent and less worthy of respect as well; just look at the presence (or lackthereof) of women in science prior ttheeh 1900s.

But many things have changed in the past century here in the West. Women were given the right to vote, bras were burned, glass ceilings have at least been raised somewhat, and women are generally accepted as being equally intelligent as men, if not smarter. Some people even think the world ought to be run by women, whicreallyly makes alot of sense. There'd be a hell of alot less war and hatred I bet, and more positive things in the world if that was the case. Then again, power corrupts whoever holds it, and women are no exception. Just look at fucking Condi Rice.

Regardless, the issue I wanna argue about is equality. A male chauv pisses me off just as much as a female chauv does. However, the M/C's influence and voice in society is somewhat more subtle than the F/C who screams at the top of her lungs. Maybe that's why the fem's get such a bad rap. While men exert their influence by maintaining stereotypes (like women belonging in the kitchen and pumping out kids, etc.) a fem's gotta go against the grain the get her point across. Subtlety does little to change the minds of ignorant people, and some dayeven ana shovel in the face won't help. I guess that holds true for alot of issues though...

Anyway, there's a few talking points I wanna hit about the rights of women, and expectations of men that we now have in society.

1) Sexual Harassment - stats show that the vast majority of women will be victims of sexual harassment at some point in their lives. No doubt this is shows a lack of respect and decency in the world, and it's something that should definitely be stopped. But how often do you hear of a man being harassed by a woman? Not very often, and there's a simple reason for it: men are expected to be the aggressors and women are expected to be the victims.
If a man walks by a female co-worker and slaps her on the ass, he could be looking at a lawsuit. But if a woman slaps a man's ass, nobody gives two shits. He would probably be laughed at if he took it to management.

2) Rape - the last point leads into this one for the same reasons. But there's a few things I bet ya didn't know about rape. For starters, some radical feminists claim that any intercourse between a man and a women is rape. (Sounds pretty fucking ridiculous to me, but some people actually believe it.)
Putting that aside, it's true that men are far, far more likely to commit rape than women are, but that shouldn't diminish how serious it can be for a man who's raped by a woman. Imagine, for example, the ugliest woman you can, and imagine being tied to a bed (or otherwisincapacitateded). If she's starts messing around downtown, there's not much a guy can do - willpower only goes so far because our bodies do alot of things that we can't control. And if you don't buy that argument, you might find it interesting that studies have shown that some female rape victims actually produce vaginal lubrication when they're raped.
Does that mean they wanted to have sex? Fuck no! Anyone can see that. But if it's a man... he wanted sex. All men want sex and if they say that they don't, they're liars.
Something of a double standard there, don't ya think?

3) Speeding tickets - this just flat out pisses me off. A pretty blonde can get away with 120 in a 50 if she gets caught by the right cop, but even the best looking man gets a ticket and maybe even a trip to the courthouse. I blame the cops for being fuckheads, and society as a whole for letting this kind of thing to happen. And it doesn't only apply to speeding tickets...

4) Manners - men are expected to hold doors, to give up umbrellas, and to offer coats in the cold. And girls generally appreciate that kind of thing, as anyone should. But girls are rarely expected to sacrifice for guys. If a girl doesn't hold a door for a guy, she might be called a bitch, but oh, you can't blame her. Well why the fuck not? I enjoy blaming people for anything that's blameworthy. Girls shouldn't be exempt.
And the truth is girls love it when guys are gentlemen, but there's the odd one who will bust out the, "I don't need your help. I'm a woman, hear me roar" type of shit. Just take the good deed for what it's worth. If a girl gave her that coat in the cold, ten-to-one says she wouldn't react the same way.

5) Humour - in my experience, girls can't take jokes as well as guys can. If a guy makes a joke about "bitches" girls might stir up a fuss, but guys don't get bent out of shape when a group of girls jokes about a bunch of "assholes" or "pricks". The odd off-colour joke isn't going to set the women's movement back 20 years darling. Then again, what I mentioned earlier about the subtle ways in which men exert their influence comes into play here. So I might be wrong entirely.


That's all I can think of for now, but if I come up with anything more I'll put it up here. I'll try to find some specifics that women might get pissed off with, but it's harder to do that since I'm a guy with a guy's perspective of the world.

Then again, that's to be expected.

Right?

Bigfoot

I haven't posted in awhile, so I figured I'd give an update.

Exam marks are back and I got murdered on two of em, but the others went well. I'm gonna have to destroy the Pharm/Tox and Physiology finals if I wanna get a decent grade in those courses, but that's still a few weeks off. It's good to be done for awhile, save for a few assignments and an essay.

I've spent the better part of a week now tracking down potential lab or research jobs in London for the summer. I gotta get my foot in the door in my field of school, plus I really don't wanna go back to Barrie this year. I suppose it would be alright cuz my bro would be back home, along with some highschool friends, but I just get frustrated with that town. Last summer was fucking great, with an entertaining job and tons of parties and roadtrips on the weekends. I just feel like this year won't live up to last year, mainly cuz my high-paying job has disappeared back home.

I know at least a few friends will be down in London for the summer as well, so it would be good to stay here and hopefully advance my career in Med Sci somewhat.

In other news, the juggernaut that was Mustang Ale is done for the season in ice hockey. We lost our last game 4-1 in the quarters on Sunday night. Unfortunately I blocked a shot in the first period and had to watch the rest of the game from the sidelines. From what I hear it was a stellar play by me, but I was more concerned with getting off the ice than looking back at the play. At the time I left the game we were up 1-0. No wonder we lost the game, our star D-man was gone too early. hahahaha, yeah right...

Even worse than the loss that night is the pain that's screaming through my foot and ankle at all hours. It's at the point that I can't even walk around the house, so yesterday I went to the hospital for X-rays. Fortunately they came back negative (assuming the 25 yr old doctor read them correctly), but that doesn't ease the pain and discomfort I have right now. Considering my problem with swallowing medicine, it looks like I'm gonna have a rough week. I did get a pair of crutches, but they're a pain in the ass to use. My whole foot is kinda purple-lookin at the moment, and even my toes are swollen up like little sausages.

For the record, I happen to like my cankles and sasquatch leg hair.

All of this puts me out of our water-polo game tonight as well. The Wet Dream Team is the name we go by. (That title is the brainchild of Mather and I.) We're in the 2nd round of playoffs, and we should beat our enemy easily tonight. They were weak in the regular season. Really weak.
Kozzy's trying to convince me to come to the game anyway, since I'm the captain of the team. I'm supposed to sign game sheets and shit, but I really don't think it's a big deal if I miss it. Unfortunately my co-captain is M.I.A. as well, which gives Kosmack's idea some pull.
But I really doubt I'll go. It's gonna be a huge hastle to even get to the bus stop, not to mention the pool on campus.

So I dunno how things are gonna work out tomorrow. I've got class from 8:30 am till 10 pm, so there's no real point in coming home. The problem's gonna be getting back and forth between classes. For some stupid reason I have my early class at one end of campus, the next one is at the ass-opposite side of campus, then I gotta race back to the first place for my following class. And these are 10 minute walks for healthy people. So I'm pretty much fucked. Unless my foot magically heals overnight I'm boned.

And tomorrow night is the twins' birthday party as well. If I can't walk for that, I doubt I'll bother going. Who the hell wants to take crutches to a bar? Not me. On the plus side, if I can walk, I'll have an excellent excuse for not hitting the dance floor.

If I can't walk by St. Patty's day, I'll be really pissed. On that occasion I will take crutches to the bar. Maybe I'll get a few pity drinks from friends. Hell, I can dream can't I?

So that's the news for the moment. I'll have more to say about a bunch of shit in the next little while.

Stay tuned.

Worth a laugh...

Dennis Leary has some competition on the claim to "Best Asshole Song"

Check out this video.

There's something so poetic about smashing a half-filled bottle of Jack Daniels Old No. 7, don't ya think??

Tonight Steve and I watched Cast Away on TV cuz it's exam season and we just said "no dice" to studying for the evening.
I've always liked that movie. Kinda long and boring in parts, but rarely does a movie put you in that place where you really say to yourself, "What the fuck would I do in his shoes?"

I find the survival stuff pretty cool; I think it would be neat to be stuck like that and have to make do with what you have. A rough life, but I'm sure it would have it's rewards. Like insanity and starvation and things like that!

But the more poignant part of the movie is the end, when he's finally discovered and has to re-enter society as a normal person after years of isolation.

So Steve-o and I started thinking to ourselves how tough that would be. Just imagine coming home to friends and family that had forgotten and buried you; to nonexistent bank accounts and no place to live; to all of the comforts of life like a warm bed and running water. The world would've gone forward as you had resorted to basic human drives like an animal, just to survive. Just imagine that devastation...


So here's my list, in order, of things I would do after 4 years of life on a solitary island:

as soon as I get rescued...

1) Have a 2 hour shower
2) Shave
3) Have a ridiculous feast of all the finest foods around
4) Get a haircut
5) Get laid by the first good-looking girl I see
6) Get totally wasted and smash a bottle of JD out of pure frustration

as soon as I get home...

7) Go to the girl I love and apologize for every last mistake I ever made... and hopefully get laid, or at least have a passionate make-out session
8) Go home to my family
9) Check out my grave and see what's engraved on my headstone
10) Discover that it reads, "Here lies Travis Brooke-Bisschop, Son, Brother, Drunkard, etc. etc..." "Beloved by ALL who were ever graced by his presence!"
11) Ridicule my brother for not insisting it read "Noticeable Minto" in addition to the aforementioned quote.
12) Listen to my favourite CDs for hours on end
13) Get ahold of all of my friends and throw a party in celebration of my return
14) Get totally wasted and smash a bottle of JD out of pure frustration (again)

boring things to follow...

15) Find an apartment and settle in (hopefully someone kept all of my shit in storage or something)
16) Get laid as much as possible
17) Get a job and struggle like crazy to pretend that I'm not totally warped from the whole experience

and last but not least...

18) NEVER take another day for granted

I'm sure there's a multitude of things I left out of that list, but at least it's a good start.

Get down with the sickness

Someday you are going to kill me, you fuckers.

Maybe not directly with a crafty murder or anything of the sort, but with the weapons you create that you can't even see. Of course, I'm talking about the viruses an bacteria and shit that you disease-ridden assholes are carrying around as we speak.

See, I got sick last weekend for all of a day and a half. And there's good reason I'm not still sick at this very moment; it's because my immune system is a well-oiled-machine and I
don't.
take.
drugs.
(medicinal drugs anyway)

As an interesting sidenote, I find that I can never feel the effects of caffeine in my body. I can feel alcohol, THC, nicotine, and the like, but for some reason coffee and Coke just don't affect me. It never seems to wake me up when I drink the shit; maybe I'm immune to it or something. Or maybe I'm just an idiot.

So back to the main point about medicine...
As most of my friends know, I am completely unable to swallow pills of any size or shape. I can swallow candy, or even a big chunk of ice if I wanted to, but not pills. I think my old man tried to force me once as a child and since then I've had a mental block or something. Thankfully I'm not a chick, cuz birth control pills would be of little use to me, and I'd likely be changing diapers in the middle of the night on a regular basis. Regardless, so long as I know it's a drug that isn't natural in my body, I won't be able to get it in my gullet without a fight. (i.e. mashing it up in apple sauce or something)

Come to think of it, in the past 10 years I bet I haven't taken a dozen Tylenols or Aspirins, and for my wisdom teeth I took liquid codeine for the ridiculous pain. Beyond those, and the occasional Neocitron in cold season, I don't take anything at all.
And for the better part of those 10 years I've been just fucking peachy.

Then we get to the average Joe, who doesn't necessarily pop pills for every little ailment, but still uses them. (You're probably an average Joe)
I'm willing to bet that you get more headaches than I do, and not cuz you're prone to them naturally. I bet your aches and pains are worse than mine, even with the same injuries inflicted. And I bet you've probably fucked up when using an antibiotic in your day - a dangerous thing to do.

There's a reason you're supposed to finish the bottle, not just quit taking the pills when you start feeling better. It's because if you don't kill every last one of the bastardly little mothers inside of you, they're gonna come back with stronger defenses the next time around.

See, if you let your body do its own thing, it's like taking your immune system to the gym on a regular basis and getting it good and powerful.
Taking drugs is like handing a skinny little white dude a gun and claiming that he's just as well off as the buff dude who happens to be a strong immune system.
But once the beanpole runs out of bullets, he's royally fucked. Slapping won't take down the enemy, especially an enemy that has taken a few bullets and lived to fight another day.


To quote George Carlin, "...and nevermind ordinary germs, what are you gonna do when some super-virus comes along that turns your vital organs into liquid shit? I'll tell you what you're gonna do... You're gonna get sick, you're gonna die, and you're gonna deserve it cuz you're fuckin' weak and you've got a fuckin' weak immune system!"

Well said Mr. Conductor, well said indeed.

And odds are that stronger bug is gonna come knocking on humanity's door ready to fuck some shit up. Even the immune system with moves as vicious as Steven Segal won't be able to compete. And we're gonna be fucked.

A few words come to mind... "Bird Flu", "SARS", "West Nile"
We're playing with blowtorches in a fireworks factory built on an oilfield.

And when I'm on my deathbed I'm gonna curse every last irresponsible and weak fucker who put me there.

Pricks.

I Miss New Wave

Nothing Lasts Forever Anymore

Ever thought of getting a tattoo? Gettin' ink yo? Burning some shitty image into your body for old time's sake?

Ya, me too.

The only thing I've ever considered getting put on me was a Canadian flag.


And I'm not exactly patriotic, or a mindless cheerleader or anything like that, but I am damn proud to be a Canadian in this world. Plus everyone loves Canada; the great arbitrator and peace-monger in times of war and trouble. Especially the Dutch. Mint you Holland, mint you.

But like most tattoos, it would likely end up being yet another regret to add to the list. When you're 43 years old and married to a boring husband or wife, looking down at your bellybutton to see the name Stacy or Tommy staring back at you just won't hold the same meaning as it did when you were 22... Back in the days when you could look past that tattoo and see the top of your lover's head busily moving around down there. God-damn those were the days!
Not anymore though. Passion gets sucked out of you as you get older. I dread that.

But when you have something on your body that you can't get off, there's definite potential for disaster in the future. Imagine a gang member who gets branded, but grows up to be a law-abiding citizen. Then one day his old rival group recognizes his marks and busts a cap in his ass. Hardly fair, don't ya think?

And the same thing could happen with our country someday. You never know what the future holds.

This election we had last week is a perfect example. Imagine Canada becomes the mutt on America's leash (moreso than we are now), and the rest of the world starts to hate us like they hate the States. Odds are we wouldn't be wearing our flag-labelled backpacks around the globe without fear anymore. A symbol that once elicited friendly smiles could soon lead to a gun being pointed in your face, depending on your choice of vaction spot.

And it's not out of the question by any means. Canada's new leader looks like a rapist on the prowl for his next victim. I find it very unsettling, as I imagine many other people do. And have you ever seen that mortherfucker smile? Yeah... yeah... neither have I.

I'd rather have Mike Ricci represent our country at global meetings. At least other world leaders would just say, "My God is he ugly!" rather than, "Tom, pack the kids into the minvan and take them to my sister's cottage in the North country until this Harper guy gets on the plane for home!"


















In all seriousness, I have real concerns about this new government. A few weeks back I stumbled upon an article in Now Magazine regarding the potential cabinet that the Tories will form. They described it in a single word: scary

To quote the staff of Now:

"Some of the names offered - Jim Flaherty, John Baird, and Carl DeFaria -are enough to turn off thousands of voters who remember what it was like to live under Mike Harris' vicious Nonsense Revolution.

Flaherty, whose record includes disparaging comments about the homeless and native people, was a dud as finance minister, inheriting a $1.9 billion surplus and leaving Ontarians with a $5.5 billion deficit.

Baird, who served as Community and Social Services Minister, was point man for the massive cuts to social services and drug testing for welfare recipients under Iron Mike.

DeFaria, meanwhile, is famous for issuing a pamphlet of Christmas songs to constituents in 2002 - as Citizen Minister, no less - that included Stephen Foster's Way Down Upon the Swanee River, which refers to black people as "darkies".

Ottawa-area Tory MP Gordon O'Connor, also mentioned as a possible cabinet minister, is a former paid lobbyist for the defence industry who has on at least two occasions publicly pushed military equipment of former clients. Let's hope he isn't bucking for Defence Minister."

The article continues, but I think that quote made the point. Granted, Now has a clear bias towards the left of the political spectrum, and exaggeration is inevitable. Don't believe everything that you read, kids. That might lead you to vote Conservative next time 'round. It's a shame so many people voted Right this time, but at least it's only a minority hold on the government.

The problem lies in the fact that Canada doesn't want to hear the word "election" again for a very long time. So we're gonna have to settle into blue and white for now. And I'm not talking about the Maple Leafs, they blow dead bears. Stupid hosers.



Moral of the story: Don't get a tattoo unless it's something neutral. Then again, someday your pretty little flower or butterfly might be your least favourite part of your body.

Probably not, I'm just talking out of my ass now.

Hali Trip

Two weeks ago today, I took off for a weekend in Halifax to visit a friend from who had transferred from Western out to Dal after 1st year.
I'd never been out east, and I figured that the start of the semester would be the best time, as to avoid exams and assignments.
As it turns out, it was the perfect weekend to go because the weather was so good. It only rained a bit on my last night in town. We even had one day of 10 degree weather with sunny skies. That kind of shit never happens in the middle of January in Halifax; they're usually digging cars out of 4 foot snowbanks.
So my worries of flight cancellations were put to rest with the good forecast. Not to say the flights weren't interesting themselves though. It was my first flight in about 5 years I guess, and the first plane I'd ever been on alone.



So I wrote this little bit of tripe on the outbound plane:

As the plane taxied down the runway today I had a strange feeling. It wasn't quite panic, but something close.
My feeling was more like worry, I suppose. And it's not that I have any fear of flying at all; I actually have fun during the turbulent parts (Unlike my candy-assed brother who draws nearer and nearer to puking with every little bump. Pussy). And I wasn't worried about crashing and dying either, as I'm not one to really fear death in the first place.
What worried me was the things I've never said and done in live, but should've.
All the people who mean the most to me, and all the assholes who mean the least; I worry that they have no idea what I truly think of them. If this plane were to crash in 5 minutes, I'd hate to think of all the time I had wasted in the past.
Honestly, how hard is it to write an email to an old friend to let them know you still care how things are going and what's new in their lives? And think of how easy it would be to tell off that annoying friend-of-a-friend you've always hated.


If only it was that easy.
Imagine that next Wednesday was "say everything day". A day that you just told everyone you know the complete and total truth of what you saw in them.
I'd wager a guess that you'd probably build a few bridges if you did that.
Then again, you'd probably also make a fair share of enemies.
Funny how we live, isn't it? Some days you feel like screaming from the rooftops, but just quietly walk down the streets. Afterall, that's what everyone expects of us in our day-to-day lives. Don't stir the pot.
But imagine if everyone did tell the truth, all of the time. It would be like that Seinfeld episode, but on a massive scale.
Or that part in Almost Famous when their airplane is about to crash and everyone's darkest secrets get blurted out. How strange it would be...
Alas, the pilot's told us to buckle up for a bumpy landing. Wish I had more time to write, but its time to lay down the pen.

That landing was bumpy as fuck, let me tell you. It was by far the most fun I've had on a plane. The thing was rotating on all axes as it came in lower to earth, mainly because of the strong wind on the ground. I bet the pilot helped out with the turbulence, trying to fuck with us. Hahahaha, those nutty fuckers. Anyway, it just seemed like we were a brick that was twisting and falling as it came down to the runway. Very entertaining.

That night, after getting settled in at Andrea's place, I went to her boyfriend Geoff's house for dinner. I met his roommates, all of whom play in a band, Geoff included. So they just jammed all around the house while Andrea and I were catching up with all the shit we've missed in the past few months. Geoff and I biked to the store for some beer, which we drank at his place. Andrea and I went back to her place for a little Family Guy, with bong in hand. There's some pretty ridiculous shit in that new season, especially if you're stoned out of your skull.

The next day I got up and went to a boring Science Writing Class with her, then we toured the campus and took a few pics. To me it was a foreign setup for a school, with houses right across the street from huge buildings on campus. The whole thing was much smaller than Western too, but I liked the atmosphere there.

Later that day Andrea and I wandered the streets of downtown, checking out music stores and other places of interest. I found a CD that I've been looking for for about 5 years, which was sweet. We ended up having a nice dinner at this wicked little pub. I wish I could remember the name of it, but it escapes me. Then we went home for another evening of drinking, followed by a trip out to a bar for the night.

The bar we went to was connected to a few other ones in a strange fashion, and we had to chill in this one little Cougar bar called "Cheers" until the "Attic" opened for the musical entertainment of the night. One of my highlights of the trip was hearing a local bar band play Outkast's "Hey Ya" in Cheers. It was so fucking East Coast style, which was funny as shit.

The main band we saw upstairs was called "Slowcoaster" and as far as I remember they were good. I gotta admit, I was pretty damn wasted that night. I even found myself on the dancefloor, which is a rarity. Geoff's roomie Dave and his girlfriend were dancing up a fucking storm, Dave in particular. That night we all crashed at Geoff's place after hitting up a pizza joint for some post-bar grub.

Saturday morning Geoff, Andrea and I all went down to the city market, which is right at the Keith's Brewery. It was a maze of undergound passages and rooms, but it was really cool. People were selling all kinds of stuff, and I got a famous cinnamon bun from the bakery. Unfortunately Andrea was hung over as shit, so we didn't stay for too long. That day was foggy as hell too, so I didn't get a chance to look across Halifax Harbour. Oh well.

We chilled at Andrea's place for the day, and went down to the Marquee to see Feist play. I wanted Andrea's roommate Erika to come (She was pretty cute and cool; real girlfriend material.), but she had other plans. I think about 7 or 8 of us went to the concert, but only Geoff had a ticket. So what he did was go into the place, come out with a stamp on his hand, and then we'd copy the stamp onto our hands with markers that his friend had. It worked like a charm, and we all got it. The show was pretty good, and I really liked the venue. We got drunk/stoned at the concert too, but not as bad as the previous night.

And the next day I packed up my shit and headed home. That was a damn long day of travels, and I was glad to be home in London to relax and recover.

All said it was a dynamite trip. I was glad all the plans went off without a hitch. The only thing I wish I did was hook up with Erika... hahaha

Better luck next time eh?