Return of the Mack
Back in Edmonton. There is an instant comfort returning to your parents’ house, as I’m sure most of you can attest to. I slept until noon today and then listened to a bunch of The Long Blondes, Portastatic, Neko Case and Trespassers William. I spent last night at Ashley’s place making new converts to the church of people who feel that the TMNT trailer is the best fucking thing in the world.
Going out boozing tonight at The Black Dog, oh how I’ve missed that place. I can’t say it’s the city for me, but there is something undeniably endearing about Edmonton. It’s like the club-footed child intent on finishing the 100-yard-dash. Three weeks will be just right for a visit: I do miss my friends here, the bands here, and watching 52 Oilers games on TV a year. But I already long for the gentler weather, the friendlier bus drivers, the beauty and energy of Vancouver. I wish that cocksucker would stop dragging his heels and get the transporter invented already.
Granted I spent the last six weeks as a Vancouverite in an computer lab editing amateurish movies, but before I left, Dylan, Jessica, Davis and I made a trip over the bridge to grab some dinner at The Naam on West 4th in Kitsilano and Gelato on Commercial Drive. I love it there, I feel somewhere different, refined – better. I’m a city person. The bigger the better.
But I will enjoy this small city that has given me some of my best friends. Don’t get caught thinking that past was always good, but don’t get caught thinking the past was all bad, either. Lock up your daughters, Capital Region; I’m heading out for love tonight…unless they’re minorities, in which case, I’m going to totally stab them.
Going out boozing tonight at The Black Dog, oh how I’ve missed that place. I can’t say it’s the city for me, but there is something undeniably endearing about Edmonton. It’s like the club-footed child intent on finishing the 100-yard-dash. Three weeks will be just right for a visit: I do miss my friends here, the bands here, and watching 52 Oilers games on TV a year. But I already long for the gentler weather, the friendlier bus drivers, the beauty and energy of Vancouver. I wish that cocksucker would stop dragging his heels and get the transporter invented already.
Granted I spent the last six weeks as a Vancouverite in an computer lab editing amateurish movies, but before I left, Dylan, Jessica, Davis and I made a trip over the bridge to grab some dinner at The Naam on West 4th in Kitsilano and Gelato on Commercial Drive. I love it there, I feel somewhere different, refined – better. I’m a city person. The bigger the better.
But I will enjoy this small city that has given me some of my best friends. Don’t get caught thinking that past was always good, but don’t get caught thinking the past was all bad, either. Lock up your daughters, Capital Region; I’m heading out for love tonight…unless they’re minorities, in which case, I’m going to totally stab them.
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