Okay, maybe not exactly a daily spew forth, but I'm just starting out and still need to get into the habit. I'm still trying to get back into the rhythm of school on top of my day job so this should be interesting. For now I'll mention the activities of this Monday past. Wookiee and I rented a car and after I got off work drove down across the border to Seattle to see the incomparable Mike Doughty perform at the Showbox. The drive was smooth, there was no line up at the border and our combined telepathic abilities apparently prevented any rush hour traffic from accumulating on the I-5 as we approached Seattle. The venue is one of my favorites, I've been there before but it was Wookiee's first visit, it's located across the street from Pike Place Market and while fairly small, feels rather grand. I love going to America because you can still smoke down there. In almost every city in Canada they've long since outlawed smoking in public spaces and are now on the hunt to make it illegal to smoke anywhere in public. That's right, not even on the sidewalk as you make your way to the bus stop, soon in Canada you will only be able to smoke in your home...and I assume not long after that you will only be able to smoke in your home if it is a stand alone house (not an apartment or duplex) so that your neighbours and hallmates won't be adversely affected by your toxic exhalations. I was a smoker for about 10 years starting when I was 12 but when I moved back to Vancouver I grudgingly gave it up for various reasons, one of which being that good quality marijuana at a cost lower than cigarettes was available to me again and I quite enjoy being THC laden 24 hours a day. However, find me in America and you will find a happy chain smoker carefully avoiding any pot-smoking related brushes with the law. I take full advantage of the smoker's haven that is that southern country and it's quite the novelty being able to enjoy an indoor concert and a cigarette at the same time. Doughty was fantastic, the double-time version of True Dreams of Wichita alone was worth the expense and time. After the show Wook and I started heading back north and stopped at three different 24 hour grocery stores looking for elusive items that can't be found in Canada. We're addicted to 'crazy' American products, I myself am acutely obsessed with caramel microwave popcorn. We were foiled in our attempt to acquire Krispy Kreme doughnuts because the location enroute is no longer open 24 hours a day so we kept on trucking north until finally crossing the border again. We returned the car at about 3 in the morning and then I hopped on the back of Wook's motorcycle to go to my place and pick up my motorcycle before we headed to his place where I was going to crash on his couch so that I'd be closer to work for my 7 a.m. start time. Of course, we being who we are, couldn't resist smoking a bowl since we were free of the shackles of America. Shortly after finishing that bowl we noted that it was 4:20 a.m. and were now obligated to smoke again. Needless to say I spent the next working day doing little work except for the enormous effort I put into keeping my eyelids pried open and the nominal effort it took me to create a hidden space under a table and behind boxes that I think I could sleep in while hidden from my superiors...but I've yet to take the risk. Last night I found out that I'm going to New York in December for my second trip to that city this year. I will be enjoying at least one Dave Matthews Band concert at Madison Square Garden and as a bonus the opening act is going to be Soulive whom I've seen perform a few times before and are phenomenal. If I can find a ticket I'll be seeing the second DMB show the next night and almost more importantly, Mike Doughty is the opening act, so my search for a ticket will undoubtedly be frenzied. Either way, I'll be back in NYC, and joy will surely ensue.
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