Did you have a stroke? No, but she was damn cute.
Sometime between 10:30 and 11pm last night, as I was watching The Stumbler’s Inn perform at The Biltmore, my left arm went numb and I dropped my beer. A second later, I went down with it. I never lost consciousness and was fine mere moments later. I was prepared to chalk it up to booze and keep going. That wasn’t going to happen…
PART I: Tox
4pm – Vancouver vs. Toronto, The Squarerigger Pub, West Vancouver.
Five pints, two glasses of Sleemans Original Draught and I march off to catch the 6:40 bus downtown.
The bus was crowded but not unpleasantly so and I got off at Burrard and Georgia. This was odd. I usually get off and Granville but just decided not to last night. It has no bearing on what happened later in the night but still weird.
When I’m going to The Biltmore, I usually take the Skytrain to Main and Terminal, then a bus or cab up to the club. If it’s a nice night, sometimes I’ll walk.
The Skytrain took on passengers at the Stadium/Chinatown stop. I looked at my watch. I had time. I bolted out the doors and they closed behind me.
The Keefer Bar is about four or five blocks from the station. I snuck over for a cocktail before sucking back the PBR at The Biltmore.
7:30pm – The Keefer Bar
One very strong (but freakin’ awesome) cocktail
They were hosting a private party but the manager, Danielle, had a little fireside pow-wow going on the patio outside for non-private party people. My cocktail was great. I had a quick but nice chat with Danielle and a handful of customers before heading off. I catch a bus up Main to 7th and walk the last five blocks to The Biltmore.
8(ish)pm – The Biltmore Cabaret
Three cans of Pabst Blue Ribbon (and a secret double vodka and tonic, consumed upstairs while singing karaoke)
I like The Biltmore. I like it even more when friends are playing there. The “early show” last night were The Stumbler’s Inn with Shiloh Lindsey and James Wood. I caught Graham Myrfield outside the club and he put me on the guest list. I said my hello to the collected “gang” inside and headed to the back to dispose of seven beers and one cocktail. I noticed the poster for last night’s “Glory Days” party and Fan Death were playing. Score.
At this point in the evening, I actually started to pace myself, slow down, so that I could make it to see Fan Death play.
James was awesome. Shiloh was Shiloh (read awesome) and The Stumbler’s Inn were kicking ass…
And then this…
PART II: Detox – Cute Aussie nurses and bumming smokes from crazy people.