Canada has no government, apparently. You’d never know, though ’cause no one is running in the streets, the police are still out in force, and everything seems pretty much normal. Canada is so polite.
So in the 2 weeks since my last update, a lot has happened. Figures, right? I’ve had weird internet access, as well as generally more to do than I usually have. This leg of the tour has been very Matt-friendly with its venues, with the East Coast, Vegas and a week off in Chicago, where I spent a lot of time with Stephanie and a lot of time writing.
There’s plenty to tell, and I’ll probably post a few pictures, so I’ll put a bunch of crap after the break.
Casey and Tim came out to Vegas, although they didn’t see the show because I couldn’t get them seats and because there was a lot of basketball to watch, but it was good to see them regardless. And in Salt Lake City/Park City, Laura Yosemite came out, which was great – first time I’ve seen her since we parted ways in some small town in NorCal. Jeannette came out to the venue with her husband Wes and we grabbed lunch, which was really cool of them – I haven’t seen her in a few years, at this point, and I’d never met him. Well, rumor has it that we were both at the premiere of one of the Star Wars flicks, but neither of us remembers that, so….
I went skiing twice (twice!) in two different cities and two different countries, almost back-to-back, which was amazing. First, I went with nine other roadies to Park City to ski the Canyons resort. We rented a house, noodled around, drank obscene amounts of 3.2 beer, then got up early and skied all day. Rough. Then, a few days later, the crew flew to Vancouver, and three of us (the survivors from the first trip) drove 2 hours up to Whistler, and, after grabbing dinner and a few hours of sleep, skied the largest ski resort in North America at Whistler Blackcomb. Whistler was way harder to ski than Canyons, but maybe part of that was the fact that my legs weren’t back to 100% yet. But definitely the blue squares had more moguls and steeper slopes than I’m used to.
Chicago was great, despite the fact that I didn’t do *anything* of cultural value, despite my best intentions. I rested, played some WoW, and worked a lot on my screenplay. I’m almost ready to write again, which is daunting. I wonder if some of the trouble I’m having with this project is apprehension at re-starting the writing process. For some reason, i’m adverse to doing the actual writing. Also in Chicago I drank a lot of beer and ate a lot of pizza – I think I had four deep dishes in seven days. Fucking Yum. And I hung out with Stephanie a few times; she was good enough to show me around her neighborhood and have drinks with me inside the loop, too. It was fun to have someone to hang out with for more than just a quick bite or drink on a show day.
I’m sure there’s more, but this update is plenty long already, as you can no doubt tell.
Here’s a group of photos that I figure you might want to see, even though not too many of them make sense, in the traditional sense of the word. There are semi-nude men in a couple of them, which is either a reason to stop now, or the sole redeeming part of this entire post – I’ll leave it to you to tell me which. I need a massage pretty badly, too, but that’s beside the point unless you’re me, and I’m pretty sure you’re not. Also, the rotated pictures aren’t, for some reason having to do with Mac and it’s stupidness (another thing about macs that sucks, in case you’re compiling a list), and I’m too lazy to figure out why that is. sorry about that. You get the idea, though – I’m not on some weird alternative planet with sideways gravity or anything.
Anyway, I hope you’ve enjoyed reading this bit of madness as much as I’ve enjoyed writing and posting it.