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Friday, April 28th, 2006

The flight was uneventful, which is exactly what you want in a flight. Discovery was showing
a special on snakes, so you know what that means... we had mothafuckin' SNAKES on the GOT-DAMN
PLANE! Then MMM showed a bunch of specials on various hair metal bands from the 80s, and we had
mothafuckin' WHITESNAKE on the GOT-DAMN PLANE!

Vancouver is awesome. We checked out the Piccadily Pub and it looks like a good place.
Not the hugest stage, but we're very happy with the power-outlet situation. Also AJ, the manager,
is really cool. Then we walked around for a hundred and four hours while trying to find a particular
pub that Scott wanted to go to. It turned out to be about 30 seconds in the opposite direction.

Luckily for Scott, the place was cool and had some great stuff on tap.

Then we met up with some friends, went to another pub, and eventually ended up at an oldschool,
Vancouver-style basement punk rock party. Hell yeah.

Saturday, April 29th, 2006
Show Day.

We arrived at the Picadilly nice and early, dropped off our crap, and met up with JennyLee and Adam,
who work as slaves to a cat named Dayle. Dayle rocks, and I will welcome him as my Evil Feline
Overlord when he inevitably secures some sort of Doomsday Device and uses it to take control of the
They took us to a 1950s diner that's actually been there since the 1950s. Cherry soda and burgers were
The delicious order of the day. Then they took us through Stanley Park, across the Lion's Gate
Bridge, and into North Vancouver where there are mountains and bald eagles.
Then we went back to the club and, after the usual anxious pre-show waiting, played for a seriously
intense 30 minutes.
We were on last so the crowd had thinned out a bit, but the ones that were still there were
enthusiastic and stayed to the end, so I guess we did something right.
Also, there used to be a whisky bottle trapped in the rafters of the Picadilly. Apparently it had
been there for over a decade and was the stuff of legend. Well it's not there anymore because we
knocked it down with the Extreme, Unstopable Force of Metal. Or something like that, anyway.

At any rate, we had a great time. Thanks go out to all our friends who loaned us sofas and/or floor
space: Astrid, Mike, JennyLee, Adam, Boo, and Steve's friend who I never met and whose name I
don't know. Also to AJ and the staff of the Picadilly. Also also to Andie and everyone else at
NewMusicWest. Also also also to The Cranston Foundation for being cool enough to lend
us their amplifiers for our set. And lastly, or should I say also also also also thanks to everybody
who came out to the Pic Pub and then stayed to see us play. We hope you enjoyed it as much as we did.

Sunday, May 1st, 2006

The plane only carried one reasonably drinkable type of beer and they only had three left. Then
Mythbusters showed some plane crash footage. Then there was some show about Spring Break which
featured naked women. All things being equal, I have to say I prefer naked women to snakes. You
hear me Hollywood? We want muthafuckin' VAG on the GOT-DAMN PLANE!

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