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December 11, 2002 ( Wednesday, December 11, 2002 ) Last Monday, Nichole and I went to Banff to see my favourite singer Sarah Slean. Our trip was quite memorable thanks to the wild turkeys and splat-free highways. We had originally decided to tough it out and reduce our costs by sleeping in the car but after several near death experiences we both opted for a hotel and went to the nearest place with beds and a parking lot. We unpacked our stuff and our Banff wanderings began at about 4:00. We stopped into some little gift shops, laughing at how suitable certain things were for certain friends and bought a few gifts and necessary trinkets. At about 7:30, half an hour AFTER the majority of Banff shuts down, we found ourselves looking for any open store that we could stand in to warm up for a little bit. After getting lost once or twice thanks to the lack of street names we finally found Wild Bill's Saloon (yes, a saloon) and headed up to the concert. We were really early but that didn't matter because we could sit and warm up. We found some really reasonable seats and waited for the concert. The concert itself was great, you really hear different parts of the music as you watch it being made. Throughout the concert I managed to take some decent pictures, but it was when we (we="band-aids" according to fellow fan Tristan) got up and started dancing in front of the stage that I was able to get some really good pictures. After the concert I persuaded Nichole to wait by the dressing room to see if I could get my C.D. signed and after shyly knocking on the door, we found ourselves sitting next to her on a very comfortable couch. We talked for a bit about our near death experiences and how her bandmate's solution to everything is Harry Potter. She signed my cd and sketched me a little picture but the best part was when I was able to sing her one of my songs. Her bandmates and her agreed that I need to find my own band. We shared a beer and talked for a little longer until the manager said we had to go because they were closing, so with some free posters we were ushered out the door with some other "band-aids". As Nichole and I walked back to the hotel down the sleepy, snowy streets of Banff, I found myself bordering on the state of euphoria. It's a shame that things weren't as great at home as they were in Banff. I returned to find out that a few "friends" were several days into a thourough hating of me, for reasons I'm still not too clear on. I don't understand how somebody can call you "like family" on second and then turn around and say that they would like to kill you. This may not seem like such a big deal to you, but to me, if my friends are angry or upset on my behalf then it is my responsobility to fix it. Oh, Hi Renata :) |
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