If anyone were to ever be jealous of me for anything, the only thing it could possibly boil down to are the fucking amazing people I find myself surrounded by. The past couple weeks have been turbulent, to say the least, and the amount of support and love and appreciation has been nothing short of legendary.
Whatever I did right to deserve this, I have no idea. But I love y'all, you'll never know how much. You have no idea how great you all are, and if you're reading this, chances are I'm talking about you.
After the past weekend of partying way too much and having way too much fun I found myself in a subsequent booze fueled depression. It has been happening more than I would like, but at least I know what's causing it. I set out for some quality conversation with some of my nearest and dearest, and found myself back on the right track. I'm not gonna name names...actually yes, I will: Munroe, Kate, Riley, Scotty, Kim, Rhoslyn, Rob and Tommy B. You are amazing, wonderful people and I thank you sincerely for being such great friends.
I was intending on reviewing the shows I went to this week, before the long term effects of Call The Office's draft "beer", shots of Jameson, bad red wine, quarts of Heineken, too many Steamwhistles, and of course doobies erase the memories forever. But I thought I should first attempt to document my gratitude toward these incredible human beings who have turned me back into myself again. You're the best friends anyone could ever ask for. Picks of the litter.
Anyways, Thursday, Oct. 22 - Hidden Cameras - Call The Office...This show was grossly undersold, and with a gang of two (myself and awesome lady Meghan), team concert was incredibly underrepresented. Either way, we missed the opener, we drank a couple of pitchers, we sat in a booth at the back the whole time and talked through a good portion of it, but it was fucking solid times. If I had to guess I would say they played almost half of Awoo! which was sick, and all of their new songs sounded excellent. But, as the next two will also point out, the fun had was more about the company than the party. And that's how it should be.
Friday, Oct. 23 - The Stills and Metric - Centennial Hall...Due to the shitty weather, we brought Rock Band pre drinks out. Of course, after taking the summer off we were all pretty rusty, but myself and the Woods's still managed to rock out Sunday Morning way more times than necessary. After being joined by the homegirl Rio and her lil cuz, we made our way to the show. Missing 99% of the Stills (except for Being Here and Snow In California), we were treated to a sweaty mess of a drunken dance party. Woods's were stuck on the balcony until half way through Metric, when I circumvented security and brought team concert together. And that's when it got retarded. Our obnoxious team definitely stood out as having way more fun than most groups, but hey, sometimes ya gotta do that windmill dance move shit.
Saturday, Oct. 24 - Broadcast and Atlas Sound - Lee's Palace...It's funny, up until now I completely forgot that I ran into Ian Doig Phanuef at this show, I like that guy. Anyways, I almost didn't come to this show, but with my recent requirement for people doing what they say they're gonna do, it was a no brainer (plus I fuckin wanted to). Anyways, I got to the capital city, and quickly linked up with bros Rob and Zack, and then Kate. I was drunk within an hour, and enjoying some high quality vegan chili at the always awesome Victory Cafe. Conversations started out amazing, and turned emotional for everyone involved (except Zack). It got intense, and then it got cool again, that is a great group of people who I would never trade for anything ever. If you ever have a chance to befriend the Greens, just fuckin do it, don't hesitate. Anyways, finally we make our way to Lee's, and right into the Jagers and Jamesons. I drank like Jimmy McNulty, which caught up to me in no time. Long story (semi) short, I missed Broadcast, and I was pretty happy to see Phil. We got stoned and rode the bus home, which is usually a sobering experience. Not this time.
I woke up this morning depressed and braindead. And that's when I was reminded not to be a negative jerk by so many beautiful people. This was a fucking epic few days, and life is good (oh so good), but sometimes it's easy to lose sight of the good stuff, that's why I wrote this. I love y'all, it's you that makes me awesome, and I'll never forget it.
