Weekend fallout
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.
I don't why, but for some reason it seemed like a good idea to wade into a beer-and-absinthe-fueled argument with my best friend (a rather belligerent drunk in her own right) at New City's One Night Stand on Friday. Now she's not speaking to me and I feel like a bit of a shit (though, in my defense, it takes two to tango and I wasn't totally in the wrong.) Agh.

Oh well. "Maybe the Weakerthans will ease my troubled head," I thought on Saturday. While the Winnipeg folk-pop-punk combo put on a stellar performance, the small, unenthusiastic crowd and the cavernous Shaw Conference Centre venue put a damper on what would have been an otherwise outstanding show. And don't even get me started on the fucking hippies.

Sunday's Black Dog free show featuring locals the Film Stills and the Vertical Struts (ska-sters the Mad Bomber Society also played, but I bailed before they came on) were an improvement. The Film Stills are a neat little '60s inspired pop combo with revolving vocalists, while the Struts are a two-piece British Invasion guitar/drums explosion that is, hands down, the most exciting band our little burg has to offer.

This week, I've decided to adopt a new theme: sobriety. I figure, if I'm going to attempt to make it to Texas next week for the Austin City Limits Festival, I'd better save some dough. One way to do that is lay off the sauce for a bit. It'd probably be a boon to my liver and my waistline too. Of course if it turns out that I need a passport to go to the States, I'm totally hooped.