Seattle
We have to drive through Vancouver on our way to the border so colin can “clean out” the van before a border attempt. This is really weird. I get to hang out at my parents for 1 and a half hours before continuing on. They all have passports, I only have a drivers licence…. We have to go into immigration (At a border crossing that I’ve crossed 500 times in my life with no ID) where a guy types for 20 minutes into a computer all about me and my attempt to sneak into the states to blow something up no doubt only to finally get a print out saying that I’m Canadian, but I have no proof so after all that we have to drive all the way back to my parents’ house to get my birth certificate. They couldn’t have just said it right away. They had to waste our time and theirs with that crap!! I’m very angry. Livid is a good word here. I tell Al to go on to Seattle, but he very nicely insists that Nancy and he drive me all the way back and take me to Seattle anyway. This is extremely nice, but I’m unsure whether I want to go into the paranoid states at this point. (nothing against the good citizens, but…) (if I hear Bush’s voice one more time……………) (there are people alive today that simply won’t be…) (the Arab world will feel even better about Americans after…) sorry I digress terribly. Which reminds me, Ford Pier’s first album wins the most played record award for this tour. Simply (complexly actually) brilliant. The seattle show is a bit of a let down and we all decide that the last show really should have been banff, but touring is an odd thing. 600 people one night and 26 the next… The bar is kinda cool though and they have some great beer on tap. Including Molson Canadian <snicker> because it’s owned by a Canadian… The opening band is the best of the tour…. Ummm … I’ll put the name in when I remember it… (update: I never remembered) Jazzberry’s biggest Seattle fan tells me that I’m “gonna get a hard on” when I watch her dance and what can I say… ummm… I really tried…