My *long* weekend

Thursday, I worked. It's a big day for the store, Canada Day. I sold a lot of ice cream, slushies, cigarettes, and bottled water that day. I was originally supposed to close, but System Shit didn't go on their trip, so I got off at 6:30. The change in the schedule helped me forget that I was supposed to meat up with the Deans that night after work. Instead, I went for dinner with KC and then we headed to Crack Alley. We did the usual party stuff in Drock and Colleen's back yard. I'm not sure who else lives there...There was some G.G., some punks making out, some chairs and milk crates being thrown around, a dog-fight or two, and a bonfire.

"Hey, why does that dog have a testicle hanging from it's neck?" When I pointed it out to KC, I didn't expect him to blurt it out. I should have. It was Glen's dog, Felony, and the tumor's benign; she's had it for years. I was reminded that I had met Felony and Lucky before, but that must have been a year or two ago, and I don't think I should be expected to remember. It's not like Raggs. Looking back, I do remember; Faukland Street.

The beer was gone around the same time the fireworks were over. Well, I shouldn't say that. I was inside by the time the fireworks were over, but I know I got home relatively early. We got lost on Inglis Street for awhile, but managed to ask directions and make our way to Spring Garden. I had scooped so much that day that I was craving some dairy of my own, so we got some soft-serve from McD's. We had a bitch of a time finding a cab, but it was early enough to get the bus. Number 1 stops right around the corner from my place. I had kinda wanted to go to a bar, but both of us had to work on Friday, and KC had to work around 8:00 a.m. Upon walking through the door, he went straight to bed and fell straight to sleep. I went pee pee and turned off all the lights. I felt I had to ask KC something (I don't recall what it was, something about the alarm clock or needing water), so I popped my head into the bedroom to ask. Well, I tried to pop my head into the bedroom, but really, I ended up smashing it into the doorframe. I heard a half sleeping voice say "I don't want to worry about you. Are you ok? Put some ice in a sock." So, I fell asleep with a sock full of ice on my head.

When I got up for work Friday, I wasn't really hung-over, but I had one of the worst headaches I've had in a long time. Took some Advil, it didn't do much, worked. After work, KC and I had a beer at the Seahorse while waiting to talk to Dana. We told him we couldn't play a show we had booked and showed up to practice late. We went over new songs, some of them for the first time with Chik. Drank on Allan Street with Melissa, Christian, Mark, Victoria, and Greg. It was a good time, a little weird when I answered the phone (but I sorta like answering phones that aren't mine), and then they left to go to Hell. We walked further up the street to another neighbour's where we partook in more party favours. Then they left and went to see The Bus at the Attic, so we went home and watched Independence Day.

Work again Saturday, a long shift. I still had my headache until dinner time. I ate at Cap'n Sub and it was wonderful. I'm so glad I'll never have to go back to Subway. I never did like that place. Then fungus. I was considering Tribeca, or the Seahorse, or many other things, but the night took us elsewhere. I ended up at Perk's needing to piss thanks to drinking at the jamspot. Now we needed a place to drink the rest of the beer. We were heading past the ferry terminal when we were stopped by some punks.

punk: Hey, I betcha a dollar I can tell you where you got your shoes.
me: Oh, I know this one.
main punk: Well, don't let him in
KC: I'll bet ya a quarter
punk: no, it's for a dollar. Hey Slitch (he noticed a pin on my sweatshirt) You guys like Slitch?
We nod
punk: Did you see the last show?
more nods
We talk about the show a bit. He says something about not going out with someone in your band.
me: Well, we do
KC: But we didn't break up yet.
More conversation, punk shares his Colt 45 with us while his friend offers KC some Stroh's
KC: Well, we'll see you around.

Instead of continuing past the ferry terminal, he turned back the way we came. I suggested the bridge over Lower Water Street. There used to be benches up there in the trees. The benches were gone, so it was off to the Wave. At first, we sat on the Tumbleweed stage, but noticed that we were in plain view of a path many people (tourists) were taking (not that it really mattered). So we went around the corner to a perfect spot (I used to drink and stuff there in High School). From where we were sitting, we could see the water, the tourists walking by (looking at the water and not us), and Dartmouth, with an eerie green glow over it (but I'm sure if we were across the Harbour, Halifax would've been glowing). We heard music, but couldn't figure out where it was coming from. It sounded like it was coming from the bushes. At first, I thought it was. Why not? The waterfront is for tourists and they have speakers in the bushes at Canada's Wonderland. It was actually a band on a boat. The shrooms were coming and going in waves (as per usual). I had been disappointed initially. I was told they were really strong and by the time I hit the waterfront, I thought they were wearing off already. Not so. Sitting and drinking in that corner, they hit me harder than ever (that night). My moods came in and out in waves as well. I noticed some of the plants looked unhealthy, and almost lost it crying. Almost. I didn't cry, but I felt like death was around and it saddened me. Eventually, we took a cab home. The driver was crazy. He almost killed us once, and hit those blue tubes on my street with too much velocity. I don't exactly remember the rest of the night. At home, I drank some rye and ginger and pretty much fell asleep.