Friends..Old and New

Well the long weekend turned out pretty good. I think I will look back on it, as a lesson learned about friendships. What lessons did I learn? Well lets take a walk through the weekend.

Friday I came home to find Cory and Richard, having a few bevies, bbq'ing, and spinning records. It was chill, no drama, just friends sitting around, cracking jokes, shooting the shit, and taking the piss out of each other. LESSON # 1 (The Best times with friends are spent just hanging out)

After the BBQ'ing it was time for the boys to get set up for their big night of DJing at the rhino. I drove over to pick up Colin, and Cory and Richard loaded up the truck and headed to the Rhino as well. Once all the stuff had been dropped off, I chose to leave the working boys to set up. I enjoyed a few nice beverages at Crush while they set up for the night. After the set up was complete (took them a couple hours) we all hooked up again at Crush and then soon made our way to the maid. Unfortunately time was not on our side, as the boys had to dj at ten, and we did not get to the maid until just after nine. This meant that we only got to see one dancer. Luckily she was pretty hot. Then Cory started to freak out, he was worried that if they showed up late they would not get extra time to spin. Their set was from 10-midnight, and he was really looking forward to playing. (Which can only be expected after working 16 day straight up in ft. McMoney)

Anyway we arrived at the Rhino at ten oclock on the nose, after walking in the near subzero meteorlogical anomoly that was occuring in Calgary that night. The boys took the stage, and, well the rest of us continued to dance, and drink, and socialize with the rest of the crew that had assembled. Kimmi, Dave, Whitney, Wayne, and of course Jeanine, were among my favorites. So there we are dancing away, the music is building and I am excited to hear some of the new music Richard had promised to play, with some really dirty baselines. You know those tracks with the base lines that sound like they have been turned out by somehow digitally remastering and tuning an old worn out set of brakes. Base lines that grind right into your bones and make your muscles tighten and jerk on the dance floor. Those rare gems that just with a single VROOOOOOOMP WAAAAAAAA WAAAAAAAAA seem to grind away a weeks worth of stress.

Well those are the tracks I was waiting to hear when all of a sudden the mood of the music changed. I stopped my dancing, I looked over the the booth, I did not see Cory, I did not see Richard, I only saw Colin mixing in a record. I was like "What the Fuck is going on?" Then i look over to the side, tucked away in the corner and see jeanine, Cory and Richard sitting at a table, the dim light making their angry faces look like the flashlight skeletons faces you made at summer camp. I walk over, and am basically told that I will not hear those long anticipated tracks cause someone had decided to give Cory and Richard the boot. Now, I am not rational at the best of time. But after having a few beers and a few shots to be told I was not going to hear what I had been waiting for 7 hours to hear.....well that is going to make me a little less rational than normal. I was furious, and I made sure that all parties involved knew it. COLIN, TREVOR, hell I even bitched at Craig. But still no resolution. The boys had spent hours setting up, had planned their whole evening (and mine) around this two hour timeslot, that had been abruptly turned into one. I even left the FRENCH MAID early on a friday, all so they could play this gig. And here they were getting cut off short. I save these words for events just like this, the words are BULL SHIT. And the funny thing about all of this, all parties are friends. SO

LESSON #2. Sometimes friends fuck each other (and not in the good way). They might not even realize they are doing it, but they will fuck you.

MORE LESSONS FROM THE WEEKEND TOMORROW