My questionable sausage on a bun, True Crime for the Xbox, and a really interesting rock show.... we go

July 5th, 2004

Hello All,

This past weekend was a very interesting one. The day off that everyone had on Thursday was actually a little bit of a nightmare. I promised Steve that I would help him move, and he agreed to buy everyone who would help him and his grilfriend, a hearty breakfast at the Royal Oak. I went out the night before, stayed up super late, and then showed up about 3 hours late for his Canada Day move. Luckily he was not mad, as he was focusing on the broken back window of his VW, attributed to a melange of sorts with his golf clubs and trying to slam them into his car. I arrived looking like Mel Brooks in all the funny episodes of Mad About You, with a length of my hair matted about 7 inches from the side of my head. I looked as if I had just woken up, which I had...We moved some stuff, Steve pointed out the sex chamber of his old apartment, and we ended up sipping cold 50's on the door step of his new pad. I unfortunately spilled a whole lot of beer in my car as I stooped on the passenger side attempting to get matches....my car smells bad enough, and the Labatt brew stench only added to what people already mistake for an IBS pizza party in there. Funniest part of this move, was Paul Townsend. He brought his truck, and had to deal with our friend Brett advising on the best moving plans, which include a flatbed truck, and literally balancing everything in the center of the truck with no tie downs or fasteners.

Canada Day was fun and cool, and I enjoyed a sausage on a bun that I purchased from a local street vendor. As he asked what kind of sausage I was interested in consuming, I coulnd't help but think of Trevor, our beloved guitar player, exclaiming his newest crass statement..."Slit Or Sausage"....in reference to the respective male and female genitalia. I think its hilarious, but visualized his saying that repeatedly while I munched away, and it began to bug me.

Friday's work day was like tumbleweeds in my office, like som desolate western. I actually saw a cowboy standing in reception asking where everyone was. I went to lunch with Steve and our friend Brett, and we went to our favorite Indian buffet, the celebrated restaurant in the heart of the market, Havelli. The food here is exquisite. Unfortunately, we all ate our asses off, and were hearing Hindi music and Bollywood soundtrack scores as we passed the rest of the day. I actually picked up the phone, and heard Bolly. That's how full I was.
Friday night, we all went to Disorganised, which is a really neat and nice party time. Its a series of nights that my friend holds at the Clocktower pub in Ottawa...and it spans all this cool ass electro and 80's stuff...lots of people, and best part of the night hands down, was meeting this dude with this awesome Turbonegro jacket. We began hamming it up and discussing things with him, and we found out that there is a Turbonegro "club" in Ottawa who all get together and pound beers and be friends. We all thought that this was incredibly cool, and we proceeded to discuss the possibilities further with him.

Saturday night, we all went to see Icarus Line at Babylon. I dunno who was who...and to be honest with you, was kind of only 1/2 into the show....based entirely on an extremely versatile and amazing drum lineup from the two bands that I saw there....and then went to play True Crime on my friend Todd's XBOX.
This game is amazing, and they swear in it.

Sunday night, I got bombed at Montana's. I feel like shite today.

Yes...another Canada Day weekend in the life of a Setback.

P.S. I am getting my wisdom teeth carved out of my head on July 27th. I am absoloutely terrified of this, and am considering not going at all, and stiffing the dentist. Do you think this is wise? If yay or nay...feel free to drop us a line, and tell us/me....

band@thesetbacks.com

-chris