Well that was an excessive weekend. Yikes. Probably due to having Friday off and the sun finally blasting Vancouver, everyone seemed in high spirits and ready to enjoy every second of it. Except Franz, who got blasted with a random intense sinus infection that even called for a doctor’s visit and prescription antibiotics. He currently hates me due to my adventures this weekend and the fact that he could not partake. Sorry again Franz, please still love me.
Good Friday day drinking began with me arriving in Kits only to have our original plan foiled. Our pub of choice was not open yet, so after meeting up with Amanda and her visiting brother Gavin, we headed to the only bar open at 1 pm on a religious holiday, Kitsilano Billiards. Number one choice for single men in their late fifties who are borderline alcoholics playing pool by themselves. We settled in and the bartender was eyeing us curiously and I almost thought he was gonna shoo us out yelling “damn youngins!”. But alas, Gavin’s first order was tequila shots so he warmed up to us, even though he had no clue what kind of tequila he even had. First yikes. Jordan, Byron and Sean showed up slowly after and the boys quickly began a pool game of East vs West (Byron and Gavin being from Newfoundland, Jordan and Sean from Vancouver of course). Amanda and I started gossiping as girls do. After telling me a story of a past relationship, Amanda gave me yet another fabulous quote that I had to write down for future scripts. This was the second time she did, the first still being scribbled on a receipt I carry in my wallet. This one was:
“I’m not over-emotional, you’re under-emotional”.
Within half an hour the bartender came by with more tequila for us ladies, on the house. Second shot before 3 pm and free? Second yikes. We wandered on over to Elwoods, my favourite pub in all of Vancouver for many, many reasons. It is dear to my heart.
We were joined by Alexis, Brittany and Graham and the fun times continued. Finally 6 hours into drinking, Jordan, Graham and I hoped into a cab to get to the Commodore downtown early to get extra tickets for the show we were all heading to, which was for the flawless and ridiculously talented Donald Glover. We settled in to wait for the show to begin, and this was when I started getting texts from Byron claiming how drunk he was. I got 3 texts in a row all in the form of “omg I’m drunk” “holy shit I am so drunk” and “so, so drunk”. He was still standing and lucid though when he showed up, like a good newfoundland boy would be. The show was phenomenal as I expected to be. Donald came out and did a stand-up before his rap show started and he was insanely funny. His rapping was great and the crowd was really into it, and knew all the songs by heart so there was some great sing alongs.
After the show it was only 10 pm so we all headed to the Morrissey for more drinks because apparently we had not had enough. Third yikes. After coming out of the bathroom I ran into none other than Stephen Martin, a good friend of mine that I have not seen for way too long due to him working on about 4 projects at once and not getting enough sleep. I yet again ran into VFS students, who as usual asked me questions about my time at school to which I always say: I enjoyed my experience but god damn their post-production program sucks. Not just VFS, any film school in general. Always outdated. I freaked them out a bit. To quote one of them “post-production scares me now”. Fourth yikes. Around midnight our crew started leaving having been drinking for way too long, but apparently my German liver was not done so Alexis and I went to the Irish Heather to have a nightcap with Jeremy. Fifth yikes.
I woke up the next morning (or same day actually) on 6 hours of sleep and went to the horse races with Byron and Katie. I was gonna put on a floppy hat and rock the Horse Track look but then realized it wasn’t 1942 so I settled on a sundress and cardigan. It was a gorgeous warm day, finally. Vancouver has been unnaturally cold this April so it was nice to rock bare legs for the first time this year. I got overly excited walking up to the tracks hearing the trumpets going off. Byron was just shaking his head at me. Hastings Park opened in 1889 so it has rad history.
I beelined for the beer line, cause apparently 12 hours of solid drinking and limited sleep has not traumatized my liver yet. Anyway, the races were hilarious to me. At first I was impressed by the exterior and old timey guy on the speakers, but when I went through the inside slot casino to get to the less busy inside bar I was creeped out by the fluorescent rooms with hundreds of TVs playing races from all over the world with tons of people watching with their record books betting. I felt like I was on a movie set. The guy who served me beer was like 80 and probably had worked there since the 1960’s, straight up. Katie and I went to go check out the horses but left terrified from the small jockeys. Holy shit. Simpsons got that parody straight on. Jeremy and his friend Darryl came out as well. The guys all won money, Katie and I didn’t. For shame. It also took me 10 tries repeating to myself “5 on number 5 for place” to make my bet properly without screwing up. It was still warm and sunny out by 4:30 when the races ended so I head with Jer and Darryl to Main street for more patio drinking. 14$ sangria pitchers? Yes please. Sixth yikes. Ethan joined in as well and after 4 pitchers we headed to Gastown to visit their friend Daniel Wesley while he was recording his new album. Even though Jer has introduced me to Daniel several times and he has been in my house and in our recent music video, I never made the connection it was the lovely and talented DANIEL WESLEY until we got to this recording studio, which was Bryan Adam’s recording studio. Seventh yikes. Also, I’m an idiot. We got the tour and it was drop dead gorgeous. Jer and I were eyeing a sexy white and gold Gretsch and the sound assistant Adam informed us it was Matt Good’s and I died a little since I am a super fan after all. We got to watch the recording process a bit, Greig Nori of Treble Charger fame is producing. He’s also the guy you see on MuchMusic’s show about discovering new talent, he is the band’s per episode music guru. He is a tiny little guy. Could be a jockey even. Sorry Greig. By 11 pm though, I was running out of steam. My body finally called it quits. And despite the good company, gorgeous studio in Gastown and beautiful night, I needed my bed. So I bid everyone goodnight, got in a cab, and fell asleep by 11:30 pm. I woke up the next day wondering how the hell I get into these random situations, but I guess it’s cause I have the pleasure of knowing kick ass people in Vancouver who are always up for a good time.
Long weekend, you were good.