Thursday, June 23, 2005
My take on the trip. I agree with everything Chik said. I had a great time, and I especially enjoyed Shit Legion, Which Side? and the Twenty Something Windbags. Before leaving for the ferry, I actually almost took the dress the guy was offering. I didn't know he supposedly pissed himself in that dress. Christ protected me by quickly saying "uh, you don't want that dress." But, I didn't know what he was getting at and I kinda did want it. I took his advice anyway. It is too bad we couldn't stay for the whole show, but we needed to get the ferry.
On the ferry, we ate some, explored some, and then four of us sat in the lounge while Chik tried to sleep. Poor guy's the only one of us with a driver's license. Melissa and I bought some of those Magic Ink books that neither of us had seen since we were children, and we listened to some Islanders singing loudly and proudly on their way home, for a funeral. One woman took a few pictures of us, so I took a picture or two of her. She kept asking us why we weren't playing Cornerbrook, and if we knew how long the drive was to St. John's. We told her we'd try to get a show in Cornerbrook next time. Eventually, we found places to sleep. KC and I got the remaining two bunks, and Christ and Kill found a piece of floor somewhere. It was gross and interesting climbing into my top bunk, and looking around at a room full of sleeping strangers.
I'm losing interest in making this a long, detailed story. Well, more like losing time. This trip was a month ago. The mountains were beautiful. I barely slept on the ferry, and I only napped for about half an hour in the car. I didn't want to miss the scenery. We drove around Gander looking for a place to eat, and noticed that everyone in town was running and smiling. We stopped somewhere closer to St. John's. It was a quiet little Bed and Breakfast, and the owners and customers didn't understand our antics. Practically everything on the menu had meat in it, even the Chef's Salad (which are salads with ham and cheese, even in other provinces).
When we got to St John's, Chik took a nap while the other four of us looked for a drug store, and a patio on the legendary George Street. We found one on a rooftop with a guy playing an acoustic and singing. He covered Neil Young, among many other things. We got a bucket of beer for $14.75. That's five bottles in a bucket of ice. We split the fifth four ways. The bottles are shaped differently and in my opinion, they are much more efficient.
The shows were good. The people were nice. Steve was a great host. Throughout the rest of the weekend there, we did some Value Village shopping (which is always fun in new cities. Different cities have different things on the racks), had a yummy vegetarian (made vegan for Steve) meal made by Chik, saw some indie rock at a place called the Ship, played on George Street, witnessing the drunks lining up for fries with dressing and gravy at the end of the night, while cop cars drove by (we joined in, but I got a hot dog instead of fries). We even bumped into Mike from JSB, did some used record shopping, and ate breakfast at a place called Oscar's.
The ferry ride home was extremely disappointing. Steve had us very excited for movies in the vein of Funky Monkey. I guess night passengers are just supposed to sleep. No movies, no lounge. There was a TV room, but even in there people were screaming and cursing because the TV was too loud. I felt ripped off. I had just had some coffee. I didn't want to sleep through the whole trip. They could've had separate rooms for sleepers and non-sleepers.
I didn't get a T-shirt, which was one of my main goals.
On the ferry, we ate some, explored some, and then four of us sat in the lounge while Chik tried to sleep. Poor guy's the only one of us with a driver's license. Melissa and I bought some of those Magic Ink books that neither of us had seen since we were children, and we listened to some Islanders singing loudly and proudly on their way home, for a funeral. One woman took a few pictures of us, so I took a picture or two of her. She kept asking us why we weren't playing Cornerbrook, and if we knew how long the drive was to St. John's. We told her we'd try to get a show in Cornerbrook next time. Eventually, we found places to sleep. KC and I got the remaining two bunks, and Christ and Kill found a piece of floor somewhere. It was gross and interesting climbing into my top bunk, and looking around at a room full of sleeping strangers.
I'm losing interest in making this a long, detailed story. Well, more like losing time. This trip was a month ago. The mountains were beautiful. I barely slept on the ferry, and I only napped for about half an hour in the car. I didn't want to miss the scenery. We drove around Gander looking for a place to eat, and noticed that everyone in town was running and smiling. We stopped somewhere closer to St. John's. It was a quiet little Bed and Breakfast, and the owners and customers didn't understand our antics. Practically everything on the menu had meat in it, even the Chef's Salad (which are salads with ham and cheese, even in other provinces).
When we got to St John's, Chik took a nap while the other four of us looked for a drug store, and a patio on the legendary George Street. We found one on a rooftop with a guy playing an acoustic and singing. He covered Neil Young, among many other things. We got a bucket of beer for $14.75. That's five bottles in a bucket of ice. We split the fifth four ways. The bottles are shaped differently and in my opinion, they are much more efficient.
The shows were good. The people were nice. Steve was a great host. Throughout the rest of the weekend there, we did some Value Village shopping (which is always fun in new cities. Different cities have different things on the racks), had a yummy vegetarian (made vegan for Steve) meal made by Chik, saw some indie rock at a place called the Ship, played on George Street, witnessing the drunks lining up for fries with dressing and gravy at the end of the night, while cop cars drove by (we joined in, but I got a hot dog instead of fries). We even bumped into Mike from JSB, did some used record shopping, and ate breakfast at a place called Oscar's.
The ferry ride home was extremely disappointing. Steve had us very excited for movies in the vein of Funky Monkey. I guess night passengers are just supposed to sleep. No movies, no lounge. There was a TV room, but even in there people were screaming and cursing because the TV was too loud. I felt ripped off. I had just had some coffee. I didn't want to sleep through the whole trip. They could've had separate rooms for sleepers and non-sleepers.
I didn't get a T-shirt, which was one of my main goals.
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