Ok this is coming directly form another forum. This is JSUT ONE NIGHT IN VANCOUVER. Kalimdel is osme interet guy who offered me a plce to stay.
Righteo so. I told Kalimdel that I was flying out from Vancouver and would probably need a place to stay a few weeks ago. He leaves his phone number and enthusiasm at the prospect.
So on Saturday I caught the ferry to Vancouver and rang from a public phone. He gave very detailed directions to his house like "Get on the sky train" and "I'll meet you the Safeway carpark." Somehow I stumbled off the bus at the right stop where he was waiting for me. Prick doesn't even offer to carry one of my bgs despite my groans of pain.
We discuss the plans for the night, hang out with his mates at the fireworks drinking. He instructs me to tell his raver friends taht I'm from Melbourne, home of the 'Melbourne Shuffle" or something. So we get to his apartment and I lol. THe apartment was nice enough, plenty of room, 2 bedrooms, 5th floor. There was just NO furniture and a kickarse plasma TV. Kalimdel and his housemate sleep on inflatable mattresses.
So then his mates and some cute red head come round and I confess to them that I'm not from Melbourne, rather Perth. They're still excited anyhow as Perth is where Pendulum are from. I feign enthusiasm in Pendulum's boring techno music. I should point out; Kalimdel's mates are underage asian E addicted ravers. The red head with them was more my style with her dark eyeliner and Ramones handbag. So we bum around while Kalimdel consumes some bizzare non descript food before piling into the car to pickup Colin, his housemate from a LAN. Colin had been ringing all evening whining about us being late. We make a detour to a bottle-o before we pick him up. The underage kids throw me money for their bitch drinks while I buy a carton of warm beer for Warren and I. The underage kiddies all start freaking out about being pulled over by the cops because apparently cops just randomly search cars that are driving along obeying the speed limit. We pickup Colin and he chucks a sad about us being late and having open alcohol in the car.
At one point Jordan, one of the underage kids asked me how much E costs in Australia. I reply with the going price of my hometown: $50. He just about chokes and reveals a bag of 100 in his back pocket that he said cost him $120. I guess ours is better quality or something?
Anyway we get into the city and park underneath a Sears. Emerging on the street, despite hoards of people all walking the same direction, Simon declares the foreshore to be in the opposite direction and begins to lead us against the crowds like a moron. After 20 minutes or so getting lost in Vancouver and eating hotdogs from a hotdog salesmen who wanted the red haired number (i'll start caling her by her name, Caitlan, now) to kiss me for whatever reason, we begin to track a path towards the beach. As it becomes more and more apparent that we'll miss the start of the show we begin to run through the streets. This suits Simon and Jordan the asian ninjas but doesn't suit Warren and Colin who hadn't slept in 3 days, nor Caitlen who was drunk from her two drinks and wearing heals. We kept us for a while but eventually Colin gave up and the ninjas ran off into the night.
We were still making our way o the fireworks when they started. Seeing from the streets was quite surreal as often we would see the explosions off the reflections of buildings and hear the noises echoing off skyscrapers. Cos we're so hardcore as we're running we were dirnking our beers. I'd finished the last of mine but Warren still had another that he'd snuck througha bout 3 police checkpoints. Right as we get really close to our final destination we slow downa nd Warren takes a swig and pretty much walks straight into a policeman. He's like "$165 fine of pour it out." While I never like seeing beer wasted, I endorse Warren's decision.
The fireworks were pretty awesome, despite being stuck behind a traffic light and surrounded by Canadians. At one point I managed to upset some little muslim boy by accidentally referring to him as a girl. Whoops. The lame part was spending an hour or so waiting for the ninjas to find us after the show. Little shits ran all the way to the beach and climbed some fence for a fantastic unobstructed view.
Getting back to the car was another adventure. Simon as usual had no idea where to go and while we were in some convience store buying chocolate and drinks, some guy who claimed to be on 30 grams of cocaine came in asking the ninjas if they were part of some triad gang or whatever. Thirty grams of coke guy continued to follow us up the street and worried about him attracting police attention or getting us intoa fight, we discretely lost him after 6 blocks or so. Guy was fucken outta control.
We get to the car and realise that we have altogethor too many people, we picked up another somewhere along the line so the newcomer (forgotten his name ), Warren and I leave the group in search of a cab. We stagger around the city and decide to give the skytrain a try but find there to be a line of people stretching down the street. The skytrain is nice and all, always on time, runs frequently but honestly, it's too slow and doens't hold enough people. Here in Perth our public transport trains hold like 1000 people and reach speeds of 140kms an hour. They're totally fucking awesome unlike the skytrain which can't handle big crowds at all. So the canadians try to call a cab but with my American experience behind me I successfully flag one down. The driver announces a flat far of seventy five fucking dollars and we head home. Warren has no money because being unemployed is cool and he doesn't sell drugs like the newcomer so I pay $30 or so to help with the fare.
We of course beat the car travellers back to the house, with Colin driving, Simon on directions and having to drop Caitlan home because she was sick of Jordan cracking onto her, they had no chance of beating us. We just chilled out and smoked some weed. BC weed kicks the **** outta Western Australian weed. It's not even a contest. I only had like 3 breathes of the joint but that was enough to know. The other party eventually came home and Jordan spun his glowsticks around like the e addicted kid he is. As those guys partied on into the night I retired to my sleeping bag for I had to catch a flight in 5 hours.
Epic and awesome night.
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