Banfffff
Banfffff. Mark is home and quite happy and comfy about it. Lisa squishes into the back of Mark’s truck for the ride from Calgary to Banffff. She is taller than Ryan, but she somehow manages to fall asleep in a place meant for tool storage… oh…… I get it now… Anyone get that? I barely do… I’m not sure why she is tired. (update: I want to remove all of that, but won’t because I take responsibility for my mistakes) Wild Bill’s is a nice wide room with great steak and ugly, ungenerous staff (please turn on sarcastic irony filters). All the waitresses buy a little shirt and the tenders all wear their previously purchased jerseys so the whole staff is in jizzberry colours. I sell the last of many items this night. We have a day off the next night (although we later hear that people are expecting a show in Canmore that night and some even took the night off, oops very very massively sorry…… miscommunication in the music biz? Never!!) The tenders keep feeding us drinks well into the morning and we all die. I leave at about 6am only to realize that I’m not really sure where the band house is…. It’s cold and snowy and the town is spinning. A young woman gives me a 20 foot wide birth as I stagger past. I feel guilty, but I use this new found guilt strength to guide me home. I wake up at about 11am with my head on Drew’s foot and his head on my knee…. (he’s quite wee). How sweet it is…. We will all miss Mark terribly. I’ve only known him for 4 weeks but I feel as though it’s been 5. (Sorry old joke, but I like it…) We present him with a new wooly toque at breakfast that we found in the grand banf mall downstairs at the front. Mark cries and hugs us all saying “NO WAY” and shaking his greying locks in disbelief that it is all over. We sleep at his house for the 4th time and head off to BC where it’s warm and the driving is safe.