Happy Crappy Birthday Canada
Holidays *always* suck. NO matter how good ppl try on making them.
Although, this Canada Day wasnt the worst, it certainly wasnt the best.
The night before CDay, I went busking. Chris and I figured out if you go at night its 1000000000% better. more $, more generous ppl, no sun.
So I called Sarah up to come meet me so I can give her some music for this shitty wedding thats coming up (but how shitty can be if I'm gunna get 150$?!)
So she comes, and this weird, crack whore guy on a bike stops to talk to us...which seemed like forever. I mean, cant he see, I'm trying to make $? and time is money. tlak talk talk, and sarah didnt help matters, cause shes just too nice to the weirdos. And when you offer up information, then that invited them to keep talking. So, he stayed for 20 mins and I lost a lot of $, in my mind. So I wrapped up around 10 ish. So I was "playing" for 2 hours....And I made 30$, which is AWESOME!
And this guy, our age...ewr, 19..close enough, came and bummed a light from sarah. And asked if he could sit with us. And of course, it was no problem, because I was all packed up.
His name is Jesse, and hes from Sudbury. He was definatly super nice. His whole family came down for Canada Day. He has been playing the trumpet for 5 years or so.
He kept asking us/me, about raves and clubs. But he didnt seem like a club kid...and why do I say this? Because I dont look like a club kid. So, he was obviously confused thinking I was cool.
He had these blond blond curly curly hair, which I kinda find fascinating. Maybe cause his hair was so gurly like...blond and curly.
So, we all left and I went home.
I got 3 hours of sleep. Which was the start of a crappy Cday.
So I meet Chris, and we had to move only twice. (in other Cday years, busking Ive had to move all over, because of noise pollution).
There were times we had a crowd, which was AWESOME. And this store owner (of the Celtic Store) gave us 10$. Which, was awesome too!.
And we were playing, doing our thing, and who shows up, but Jesse!
He gave us some $, and then invited us (well, more me) for beer. And I was like, "well, I'm exhausted, I'm going home" not to mention that we wernt done, and it mightve been 10 am.
So he leaves (which in retrospect, I shoulda at least invited him to lunch, or at LEAST gave him my email...cause he was a nice kid)
Chris whispers something that sounded like "hes an asshole"
"hes not an asshole!"
"No! He LIKES you, your Bud from Sud!"
And, yah, I guess he was flirting a bit. Maybe he was just lookin to get laid. But if I Wasnt gunna get laid by my boyfriend on Canada Day, neither was this bud from sud. (you get my point)
Chris and I played for 3 1/2 hours. STRAIGHT. I can not begin to explain the PAIN I was/am in. I still cant feel my fingers. And, we were making good $, but we had to quit. HAD TO.
we makde 96$ total. Which, is good. Considering there were other ppl, bag pipers, fiddlers...etc.
We ate lunch and went our separate ways.
On the bus ride home, I was pretty sore. All my muscles were intensly sore, I could barley walk. My feet were burning. And I had to carry my stand and vln and all that. The bus wasnt too packed...
I ring the bell to get off. I stand up to get off. does the asshole stop??????
NO!
"can you stop please?
Please! I dont wanna go to Kanata!"
and to kanata I went! I almost cried! It took everything in me NOT to cry. WHY DIDNT HE STOP!?!!??!?!?! ASSHOLE ASSHOLE ASSHOLE I hope he dies a horrible death!
So to Kanta I went....and I had to catch the 96 back, which was PACKED! full of DUMB DUMB DUMB Kanata kids!
I got home, and cried. I was in so much pain, and so tired. I took a bath and had a nap.
I watch the fireworks (and took some pics...) form my driveway. The fireworks at the park.
And! I got BLUE CANDY APPLES! they havnt had blue ones in YEARS!
And then I got a drunk, but sweet and informative call from the boy.
As soon as I figure out how, I'll post the firework pics
Although, this Canada Day wasnt the worst, it certainly wasnt the best.
The night before CDay, I went busking. Chris and I figured out if you go at night its 1000000000% better. more $, more generous ppl, no sun.
So I called Sarah up to come meet me so I can give her some music for this shitty wedding thats coming up (but how shitty can be if I'm gunna get 150$?!)
So she comes, and this weird, crack whore guy on a bike stops to talk to us...which seemed like forever. I mean, cant he see, I'm trying to make $? and time is money. tlak talk talk, and sarah didnt help matters, cause shes just too nice to the weirdos. And when you offer up information, then that invited them to keep talking. So, he stayed for 20 mins and I lost a lot of $, in my mind. So I wrapped up around 10 ish. So I was "playing" for 2 hours....And I made 30$, which is AWESOME!
And this guy, our age...ewr, 19..close enough, came and bummed a light from sarah. And asked if he could sit with us. And of course, it was no problem, because I was all packed up.
His name is Jesse, and hes from Sudbury. He was definatly super nice. His whole family came down for Canada Day. He has been playing the trumpet for 5 years or so.
He kept asking us/me, about raves and clubs. But he didnt seem like a club kid...and why do I say this? Because I dont look like a club kid. So, he was obviously confused thinking I was cool.
He had these blond blond curly curly hair, which I kinda find fascinating. Maybe cause his hair was so gurly like...blond and curly.
So, we all left and I went home.
I got 3 hours of sleep. Which was the start of a crappy Cday.
So I meet Chris, and we had to move only twice. (in other Cday years, busking Ive had to move all over, because of noise pollution).
There were times we had a crowd, which was AWESOME. And this store owner (of the Celtic Store) gave us 10$. Which, was awesome too!.
And we were playing, doing our thing, and who shows up, but Jesse!
He gave us some $, and then invited us (well, more me) for beer. And I was like, "well, I'm exhausted, I'm going home" not to mention that we wernt done, and it mightve been 10 am.
So he leaves (which in retrospect, I shoulda at least invited him to lunch, or at LEAST gave him my email...cause he was a nice kid)
Chris whispers something that sounded like "hes an asshole"
"hes not an asshole!"
"No! He LIKES you, your Bud from Sud!"
And, yah, I guess he was flirting a bit. Maybe he was just lookin to get laid. But if I Wasnt gunna get laid by my boyfriend on Canada Day, neither was this bud from sud. (you get my point)
Chris and I played for 3 1/2 hours. STRAIGHT. I can not begin to explain the PAIN I was/am in. I still cant feel my fingers. And, we were making good $, but we had to quit. HAD TO.
we makde 96$ total. Which, is good. Considering there were other ppl, bag pipers, fiddlers...etc.
We ate lunch and went our separate ways.
On the bus ride home, I was pretty sore. All my muscles were intensly sore, I could barley walk. My feet were burning. And I had to carry my stand and vln and all that. The bus wasnt too packed...
I ring the bell to get off. I stand up to get off. does the asshole stop??????
NO!
"can you stop please?
Please! I dont wanna go to Kanata!"
and to kanata I went! I almost cried! It took everything in me NOT to cry. WHY DIDNT HE STOP!?!!??!?!?! ASSHOLE ASSHOLE ASSHOLE I hope he dies a horrible death!
So to Kanta I went....and I had to catch the 96 back, which was PACKED! full of DUMB DUMB DUMB Kanata kids!
I got home, and cried. I was in so much pain, and so tired. I took a bath and had a nap.
I watch the fireworks (and took some pics...) form my driveway. The fireworks at the park.
And! I got BLUE CANDY APPLES! they havnt had blue ones in YEARS!
And then I got a drunk, but sweet and informative call from the boy.
As soon as I figure out how, I'll post the firework pics