Halifax
Halifax. Day off here is heavenly. Hotel is nice. City is quite great with a bookstore that is better than anything in Vancouver. How can this be? Not fair! We have way more people. Stephen and I go for some sushi, as we are both suffering from withdrawal. It’s not too bad, a bit pricey, but it’s well made. Not like in Toronto where they don’t put the vinegar in the rice… Both shows are excellent. The bar is in this crazy complex of 5 bars where people can wander around between them all, drink in hand. There is a TV in the bar downstairs to which I sneak to watch some of the Canucks game. Ryan and I arrive just in time to see Morrison get the overtime winner. Puts a nice cap on a great night. The owner here is another nice guy, as is the sound guy. We have a sing along back stage with a few fans and some old friends from Ottawa. Al can play anything so we have a go at some John Cougar, Talking Heads and some more that I might remember later… The bar is open until 4am so we don’t get to sleep until after 6 both nights… I leave my electric razor in the hotel… I needed a new one anyway. Jessica made us an excellent dinner and gave us beautiful paintings. They are in the back of the pickup. Getting large oil paintings while on tour reminds me of that Monty Python scene when the Sergeant receives cake and a grandfather clock for his birthday from his soldiers while in a foxhole in the middle of a battle…. Very nice!!
Drive. Colin gets gas. Stephen pays for it. Somehow I end up paying for it too? Rinse. Repeat.