After the awesome-sauce that was the YYYs, Sarin and I drove like mad to make it home for Franz Ferdinand.
Well, I drove, but she was a great co-pilot.
SHAMELESS BOAST: We made it from Seattle to Vancouver in under 3 hours. We were in Surrey at 2.5 hours. I drove the shit out of that car bitches!
We pulled into Vancouver, with plenty of time for show #2 in country #2. Franz Ferdinand at the Malkin Bowl in Stanley Park.
Have I mentioned how cool Sarin and I are? Because we are. Really fucking cool.
All of my concert-cohorts had been to Malkin Bowl before and told me how great it was, but seriously, that shit is amazing. An outside concert venue in the forest.
The show was super good. Only the second best show I had seen that day, but the competition was unbeatable.
It was a very fun little dance party - made kinda magical by the rain.
After the show, we got lost in Stanley Park, and then I went to the Cambie with Josh and some of his friends. We drank, we laughed, good times all around.
The really strange part of the night comes after we leave and are heading home.
I have seen a live porn before, in Coquitlam on a pubcrawl. And last night, I saw another one.
There, on the sidewalk, in front of the whole world to see, a girl was laying down, spread eagle (pants still on) as her considerably larger boy / girl (we couldn't really tell which) partner layed on her, thrusting (pants on).
Then larger one apparently decided it was time to go home and proceeds to stop traffic to hail a cab. And the poof, they were gone.
Weirdest shit ever!
I got dropped off at home, in safe Kits, and as I am walking to my building, some dude starts making random conversation. As we're walking, I turn to go to my building and he makes the same turn.We live in the same building, and on the same floor. So we had a smoke in front of the building and talked about yoga.
And that is the second part of my Sunday.
holy fuck, that was a good weekend.