gibson bus to juno cup @UBC

post vintage shopping we made a dash to the province booze store, WAY cheaper than the other stores. how many people do you think have put their mouths on that whistle?

oh conan.

i just reminded k on gchat about the goblets of whiskey/soda we were drinking and she had no recollection. she kept exclaiming that it was the BEST tasting whiskey (jamesons) ever and kept refilling. the bottle was finished by the end of the nite oh and our base was just chips mini chocolate bars and goldfish crackers, like, one thousand of them. beef jerky too.

not at all in order, flickr, this camera, i dunno what but it is starting to grind my gears big time.

smart move brad (nice stink-eye too). i can’t even remember what we did after this, did we go out, or this was the gibson party nite? fuck no wonder.

see billy bob down there (nice play on jian btw)(that guy hates me)(no idea why though because i am a total angel). i have a feeling radmad might have something to do with it, a very strong feeling actually.

what an awesome hair day that was ugh. we were starving so i just braided it. ps. i only had a teeny sip of that pukejuice.

keira had to navigate for the new bus driver (bus driver dramz).

HA ha. hey you guys this is my first day in my new leather-upholstered mansion come over! like when mc hammer went bankrupt and no one wanted to buy his $4mil marble decked-out palace. aw.

why’s there a picture of the queen on the bus, did she get a guitar too? or a piano?

nice.

i made some dawn of the dead reference that everyone ignored, how it felt apocalyptic in the bus with the windows shaded over. no one appreciates my obscure comparisons ever. you guys are dicks.

that shirt is an xs, a shrunken xs in fact, it’s like wearing a corset. sitting down in it is super flattering too.

dinner is served.

i think this was brad’s first bender nite.

more dinner. no wonder i felt fantastic the next day.

by the time i stopped talking long enough to make my way to the front to take some scenic navigatin’ shots we were already there. if you ever need some time killed fast just plant me in a chair beside you with a whiskey in my hand.

she learns quick.

aw fan fake-out. to be fair we did have one hockey playin’ country singin’ star on the bus with us. after that though it was just us dirtbag nobodies.

dinner chaser.

way subtle there guys. one mom came to the door and banged on the door like crazy and we all stood very still until she went away. does that even work? BANG BANG BANG come out tom cochrane i know you’re in there!

brad let these little guys on and their dads too (they won something or donated i forget) and you could see in the dad’s faces how like oh man glory days, eyes misting up, they were very nice and kind of awkward. i gave the boys a ton of chocolates, they started out with one and i said hey come back for more. when they got on at first one boy said IS NICKELBACK ON HERE another one goes MAYBE!

photo by the bus. aw.

protest.

we should have let them stand on the bus that would have been funny then blasted music louder than the megaphone to drown her out. KIDDING guys relax JEEZ.

brad goes out for a smoke then gets swarmed, his shyness is oft’ confused for aloofness and makes people think hey maybe he’s a rock legend somebody (well to be fair he fronts a really great band but i’m not sure about that bein’ somebody part ’til i get in on it) guy over his shoulder went on and on about his gibson guitar to the driver, so cute. i had to rescue brad.

ok so finally we get in there.

but then thanks to the magic craptacular of flickr are transported into the future again.

whatever brad.

check out tall guy. nice.

safety first! how many kids went out on their hockey skates wearing cowboy hats after this?

hi luke.

hollett on the scene, nicely healed up after the accident last year on the ice. they made him shake with whomever caused that, i have a video somewhere.

stupid order. we put wedding crashers on and guess who talked through all of it, NO not just me get out of town.

stalking fil in the press box.

don’t worry these boot lovin’ shots are runnin’ out.

mr. stewart

i was jealous of his crazy shiny tinsel hair then remembered my fucking hat is fluorescent orange.

ok that’s it, then our attention span waned so we partied on the bus ’til everyone was done. good times man.