The Last Weekend: Chapter 7

Justin and his oranges (or tangerines, whatever they were), a few more beers, some good tunes out in the back garden of Lucy's house and the party was really beginning to kick off. Justin was wigging out something fierce. He was laughing his ass off for no apparent reason and he was really feeling those 'shrooms. What a guy! We had a 7-seater cab around the house just after 8pm to take us all into town for our mission. I put on my white Team Canada jersey underneath my red one, to give to the first person who I saw. I had some personal preferences to who I'd have wanted to show up first, but I'll just keep that to myself, you know, just in case feelings are hurt. I know, as if they would.

To the Hog's Head, driver!

Justin was still wiggin' out in the cab, which was terribly funny... but as the night progressed, I kind of lost him, so I didn't get to see him be exceptionally funny later on. I hope a lot of it is on tape... I haven't seen it all yet, so I don't really know.

I do believe that Pearce was the first one to meet us at the pub and he was the lucky soul to take on the '98 Team Canada jersey. Lucky guy! Neil had shown up as well, only for a quick Coke or something, because he was gonna be out racing the Subaru the next morning. That boy and his car, eh. Like I said, he only stayed for a Coke or two and then I walked him back to his car and got the somewhat hilarious picture of us in the car park. I also snuck a picture of his car again, as you do, as well.

After Neil had left, there were a few more faces that had shown up. Roger, Leo, Chris, Holly, Emma and Flint were about when I had returned. It was really great to see everyone who showed up and getting to say a hello and for some, a quick "see ya later."

Holly was quite sad to see me go. I still can't understand why, 'cuz we had only really seen each other a handful of times. She asked that I walked her home and since she was quite inebriated, I thought it might be a good idea. Before hand though, I did get this great picture of the two of us... she really didn't look quite that sober, for the most part. I'm just glad the picture came out really well. So as promised, I walked her home and chatted a bit about coming back and what I was gonna do. Anyways, I felt a little hurried since I did leave my party behind at the Hog's, so hurried hugged & kissed her goodbye and ran back to the party. When I arrived, the party was ready to set off for Twisters.

By this time as well, both Hannah and Nicolette decided to cancel, as Lars had informed me. That was mildly disappointing. Oh well... roll on, Twisters!

Amazingly, we didn't get into Twisters until after 11pm. Shocking behaviour. I had a CD with the Arcade Fire's "Rebellion (Lies)" with me so Gilly could play it for me, but unfortunately I was too late, 'cuz he didn't play it in the end. I do recommend that song, if you haven't heard it already. Wicked! Nevertheless, I found myself dancing my ass off in Twisters again. The tunes were again fantastic and the guy who was wearing the pink scarf on another trip in there was also on the floor, which was cool. A high five and what not and I was off. Had to tear up the place again.

Chris Jones (a la the Amberblacks) was also kicking about... he found me on the floor doing my thing and he handed me a White Russian (mmmmmm milk). I'm guessing (and it's not just the picture talking) that he was pretty wassssted as well. In the loud music of the night, we yelled our "see ya laters" in each other's ear, a quick handshake & hug and I think he had to duck for cover, because I couldn't stop my crazy dancing feet. Unfortunately, I was already holding a pint, so I had to quickly dispel with the milk-based beverage... down the hatch!

I also got to see Rob in Twisters as well. 'Twas good to see him as well. I was well shocked not to see the rest of the band kicking around, especially Andy. I'd wager that Andy was probably already kicking it off in Route. Ha ha.

I found myself to be the only one dancing from our group for the most part. I think someone joined me at some point, but I'll be damned if I can remember who it was. I reckon it was Lars. Yeah, let's just say Lars. Everyone else was in the back garden of the pub and I ran back and forth from the floor a couple times in between the wicked tunes.

But before I knew it, the music had died down. I was trying my Pearce's chant for one more tune, but failed miserably. Fortunately, I was able to grab a photo with Gilly and it turned out quite well and I ended up chatting with a bloke from Chicago, because he had recognized the hockey jerseys and I tried my best to point them all out to him. Then we had a really good chat about hockey in general. I think he said he was a Rangers fan and everything, so I had to give him a little schtick from the '94 Cup Finals. Good lad... I hope he e-mails me so I can send him the picture of him. He's got my card... or at least I gave it to him.

Then it was outside for us the rowdy bunch... but that didn't stop the madness. Outside of Twisters, we got the group shots of all of us in the jerseys and they turned out really quite well. After a couple of the good group shots, the lot of us decided to moon the camera and there was a couple good shots that came off the camera. I would post them, but some of these traffic exchange sites might qualify it as porn... and well, we can't be having that. I want my readers! What I didn't realize and it's apparent in the photos, was that there were still some people in the pub and were looking out the window at the show we put on. How funny is that?

The walk back up the hill to get some food was quite funny. I finally got a chance to jump on Barry and pull his jersey over his head and pretend to give him a couple good punches... it had to be done. It's on tape as well and I think Lucy got a good photo of it as well. Ha ha ha... awesome.

Now, the stop for food at the top of the High Street was a little sketchy for me... I think I was testing out the autopilot function again when we got up there. I do kind of remember wondering to myself if I was actually hungry or not... but I settled with not having anything to eat, because everyone had gotten something. There was some good footage from the top of the hill, which was kinda funny. I was giving Chapman a hard time, while Barry was giving his "ol' Police mate" a hard time. I kinda missed that whole story and probably wouldn't do it justice. That's what you should put on a Blog site, Baz, your recollections of the evening.

Off to Roger's we went!