Sat 29 Sep 2007
9/29/07 – Full Of Beans, Irricana
Once again the crowd in Irricana brings out the best in me. I don’t even know what I can legally say about what happened this evening. There was booze, there was debauchery, there was a midnight break-in into the local fire hall… Oops. I might have said too much!
We arrived at Full Of Beans two hours early and only started a half hour late. It might have been Dan’s cute baby who sang along with my sound check. It might have been the five dozen t-shirts that needed sorting and folding. It might have been the fact that just as I was preparing to get started I noticed a familiar face in the back of the room…
Twice now in the past few months my sister has showed up several hundred kilometers away from where I would expect her to be. Each time my jaw muscles get a hardy workout. I was glad she was there to party with the rest of the Irricaners, but I was sad that she was a witness to my foul mouth and the crude response it incited from the crowd. And that she could go home and tell my mother what a bad girl I was being…
Then I found out that my Elvis-inspired, sexual-connotation-laden coming-of-age ditty was a favorite with my father.
Well Irricana, thanks for the rum. Thanks LESS for the strawberry milk tequila.
A most meaningful segment of the evening: a toast to buying my CDs…
Darren was hoping I was the kind of chick who got a kick out of a man in uniform.
I just wonder how he’d carry all my crap with that axe in his hand.
Cat = 100 lbs
Firefighter’s Gear = 100 lbs
Who ya got?
Unfortunately (and honestly) this is one of the
only pictures of the two of us. Christmas card?
WOW! HOT STUFF !!!!Here is where the FIRE is–that is all I can say! and what is this sexual-connotation-”coming of age” stuff about your DAD!??? perhaps I should be privy to the goods.
Anyways, I hope that you get my note re:RSVP about when you will be coming to our home in K-town. Love,A. deb
That picture of you with the axe/hook IS pretty scary. Brings to mind the killer bunny in the Holy Grail. Just saying.
Darren, what can I say…your special powers over me remain strong despite the miles between us. Your fireman posed nearly induced snorting spasms which would have ended in Booster Juice all over the Menno Simons College reception desk. “Peepeeboobies” may no longer be necessary…as long as you come home with a big ol’ axe
And to my Beloved Cat: is it 200 lbs of firefighting cuteness???? Cute Fierceness??? 100 lbs of gear, eh? That’s crazy! I’d hate to carry my body weight in clothing to work every day!
oh, completely unrelated to everything you’ve written in your blog (which I have read ALL of! – do I get my good best friend standing back now?). Why is all the text that’s not in your blog so small? I can’t read any of the comments or menus or anything. I had to guess where to click to add a comment.