Remember when I told you about the time I was awake for 24 hours in a van with 8 other guys? Well… I have now sat in a van for upwards for 45 hours. We drove from Calgary to Toronto. In one shot.
We had the van packed with eight people. Seven Macbooks. Eight iPods. Three blackberries, four pairs of bose headphones and all I can think is; where the hell would we be without all of this technology? Bored as fuck.
Anyway, this isn’t supposed to be about how many hours I have logged in the Heavy Chevy. It really is about the ridiculous happenings of Michael Bernard Fitzgerald’s Spring Tour.
Thousands of people make their hatred for Toronto known. But, of the 4 days I spent in T.O. I loved every minute of it. Maybe it was because I spent it with six amazing people, or because every night was spent playing a super cool venue. Either way, I found the streets charming, the people fascinating and the atmosphere invigorating.
Our first night in Toronto we were playing the Tattoo Rock Parlor. This meant two very important things. A wicked rider, and free alcohol. The boys killed the crowd with Michael’s new song “Runaway”, which I haven’t been able to get out of my head for the past 19 days. We took advantage of the open bar and headed back to the hotel. Parked our loving van (ensuring we asked the parking authority whether or not we could.) alongside the hotel and got changed.
Do you know what is better than a nice, crisp run at 9:30 p.m? A nice, crisp, drunk run at 9:30 p.m. in downtown Toronto. The fuel for my desire to run need not be explained. If you know me well, I bet you could take 3 guesses and have it. Either way, the run was amazing. The looks Robbie, Bruce and I got were hilarious. Not to mention a 25 year old “baller” that tried to hit on me while I was running. To which he realized with a swift hand to the chest that I was in fact running with two guys.
Running at night when drunk takes care of two things.
1} It helps shed those unwanted calories you just accumulated by double fisting beers all night. 2} It also takes care of your potential hangover by sweating out all the alcohol and forcing you to pound water at the end of your run.
9 a.m. the next morning brings us all down to the lobby, bright eyed and incredibly well rested. Remember, previous to this we had spent two ENTIRE days in a van together. No real beds, sheets, bathroom or showers. I would have welcomed any type of flat surface, but it just so happened to be a queen sized bed with a glorious white down comforter.
So once again, we are all in the lobby, fueled by a solid 7 hours of R.E.Ms and Starbucks coffee only to venture out to the street to see we were missing something. The van. Apparently, the parking authority really didn’t give a shit and told us we could park somewhere, where in fact, we couldn’t. Fast forward 30 minutes and $300.00 later and we were on our way to Montreal!
Peas & Luhv,
Brie
