I'm in a hotel room (by myself) and hockey is on the television. This is out of the ordinary on two counts, as a) I watch sports only after consuming frosty ones to the point of sedation, and b) Quinzy (a music band that I'm in) is used to being stored in rooms no larger than a placemat. In this particular instance, we are being stored in FOUR distinct rooms. Jason has asked for keys to our suites in case he gets lonely.
I'm also invested in this particular game, because so long as the Canadian team continues having significantly more goals than the Russians, the crowd which we will be playing for will be very excited. Otherwise, depressed.
UPDATE: Canada has walloped the Ruskies. Well done, lads.
Coming atcha, Vancouver.
ALSO: The following has been brought to my attention, our management (who is a cyborg) has been uploading the following directly onto the internet from his brain/motherboard:
Thanks to everyone who came to my own personal home and shot a video with us! And extra spicy thanks to Mr. David Skene, director/quinzywrangler.
Hopefully we'll have it up pretty soon... Right now it's looking to be surprisingly dark. Disturbing even. Jason, as it turns out, it possessed by Jack Nicholson's Joker, Heath Ledger's Joker and Steve Miller's "The Joker". He just loves that song!
And that's how I spent my Louis Riel Day.
