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The weekend was a little crazy. Except for friday, which was probably mellow. Saturday was an insane trip up to Nanaimo. The Cambie was packed and when we started playing, everyone either left or went out to the smoking patio, which is what always happens. Nanaimo-apathy is what I call it. Although there were two people there who liked us very much, and they were a little nerdy, which made it all better. We're trying to reach out to the nerds. One of the nerds happened to run a little radio show in Nanaimo and we're sending a disc up to her and she will play it sometime in the new year.
The after-party consisted of the band drinking heavily in the room, hanging out on the roof outside the window, which looks over the shittiest parking lot ever (Mike was quoted as saying: Hey, I believe I've been here in Grand Theft Auto). We only had one cup so we had to drink most of the whiskey straight with chaser. A nod to the jazz greats.
In the morning a Black dude knocked on the door and came in. I said my throat hurt and he said it was that time of year. Then when he saw the smoking apparatus he said, "Gotta bring the little one's on the big trips." I didn't know what he meant, so I said nothing, emptied said apparatus into the sink, and checked out.
There's nothing like dismantling a drum set when hungover and with about 5 hours of sleep.
We stopped off at the Husky House restaurant for breakfast, left when there were no tables, but one of the waitresses ran out and stopped the van to announce there was a table ready. We went in, and I ordered the breakfast buffet. I love the breakfast buffet. I don't care the quality of food for some reason, as long as there's lots of it. And there was: french toast, pancakes, eggs, danish, juice, muffins, potatoes. Plate after plate.
The SUB staff party was later that day, which consisted of yet another buffet! This time it was lasagna, potatoes, salad, usual fare, but oh so tasty. And the free beer washed out my hangover in no time. Then home to fall asleep at 9:30 pm, wake up restless at 4:30 am, then wake up fully recovered at 11:30 am. That's like, 14 hours sleep. Then I read a novel, "After Goodelake's", which was okay. I invented a genre for it: cheepomo pulp-literature. I know what it means.

I do believe that the Sadies are Canada's most underrated band. As far as Canadian bands go, they are in my top five. I want to be in a country band again someday, but with the verve and innovation that the Sadies bring. Canada has a great history of country music, and unfortunately the CMT channel is trying to say otherwise. It'll all fade in time. Remember: good and evil don't exist outside our atmosphere, it's all contained here on earth, and forty miles up, it don't make no difference.