Tuesday, February 28, 2006

How I Spent My ECMA Vacation

Well, well, well. This is going to be a long one, I caution you now. But that was easily one of the BEST weekends (I suppose it was almost close to a week) that I have ever had! The ECMA's have come and gone and I am sad to see it over. Music music everywhere! People were everywhere. I can't even explain the giddiness I had. Everywhere I went there was music and I did my best to take in as much as I could. The 72+hour Jam was where I spent pretty much most of my time when I wasn't working. I spent Friday afternoon there listening to some nice mellow folk music before work. It was packed too! It was so great to see. There were giddy vibes everywhere! I returned that evening after work and bopped around with familiar faces, young and old. I unfortunately had to work at 7am on Saturday so I slipped out by 2am. I didn't make it to my 5:16am meeting. Shucks.

Saturday night. Back to Myron's for the Jam. Joel was playing downstairs and the line-ups were dang long. But we made 'er in and bopped around for a while. Although we didn't stay too long at Myron's, the highlight while there was having to resort to the male washroom since all the lady toilets were clogged. I thought girls were slobs when it came to bathrooms. But it is no comparison to a guys bathroom at a bar. So not only does some random shake his man bits at me, the toilet was a scary mess! Ladies, this is when working your thighs at the gym comes in handy. Toilet hovering is an art in itself and must be used in dire times. It seems I had the public bathroom jitters (but could you blame me, it was like another planet in there) and found myself hovering much longer than I wanted. The lactic acid build-up left me with aching thighs the next day.

SO, we move on from Myron's down to see Shawnte working at The Club @ the Delta. Tequila shots were had, compliments of Bobby, and I actually stomached it alright. Soon after, a group of bluegrass musicians came into the bar with their guitars, banjo, steel guitar and mandolin. Whether they were all in the same musical act, I am not sure. But they played, and I sat with them and listened. THEN one of them asked me if I wanted to play with them! AAH! I could not turn this down. I was handed a guitar (and a tres nice one at that) and red-haired John (or was it Larry?) told me the chords as we played so I could keep up. They played the Duelling Banjos song from Deliverance for me. Twice. Hehe. I love that song. We eventually got kicked out of the bar, but it didn't stop there. The group hung around till 5am just in the lounge by the chocolate shop. They even asked me to lead the group with a song I knew. I figured they wouldn't know any Kelly Clarkson, so I stuck with a couple Johnny Cash songs. I even sang! And dang loud! Oh it was so fun! The best night ever. E-V-A.

But oh no, my friends. The party doesn't always end on Saturday nights. Sunday night (the only event I had to pay for) was WinterSleep, Matt Mayes, and Slowcoaster at Myron's. This was also a very giddy night. We danced till our little hearts could dance no longer (thanks Red Bull). It was all so damn good, but Slowcoaster is my favorite. I really could have danced to them all night. I think Bearded Blake would agree. We had prime dancing turf as we were right up front. Which probably explains the ringing I had in my ears all the next day. It was a great way to end off the celebrations...or so I thought. MWA HA HA!

I was all snuggled in and watched the awards last night. Time to recouperate and recap. The show had just ended. Phone rings. Christopher (squealing), "Get your ass in gear, I got tickets for the after-party at the Delta!" I am up and there in 15 minutes. This event only comes every so often to our wonderful little city so why not eh? If you can party on Sunday, you can party on Monday. The place is packed, and again, there is live music littered across the hotel and of course, I can't contain myself again. Waiting in the bank machine line-up I catch a passing of the Trailer Park Boys and screamed to Bubbles, "I love your song Liquor and Whores!" like some crazed-out Backstreet Boy fan. Mom and Dad were also there, and we all danced to a few songs and ordered more wine. I "ran" into Bubbles again and got him to sign the styrofoam that my noodles came in and I got a picture with him. Oh and Joel Plaskett signed my noodle box too. I mingled and danced and met some more people, then figured I should quit while I'm ahead and go to bed. That is what I said. I was not wearing red. I like jam on my bread. I do not like green eggs and ham.

Anywho, it was a great, and impromptu finish to it all.

So in conclusion, this past week of ECMA fun has been a fabulous time and it's definitely worth going to every year. The entertainment is endless and you can always find something new to please your ear drums with. Some artists that stuck out and I enjoyed the most (in order of appearance) were Carmen Townsend, Alicia Penny, Mike Trask and Mudhill, the bluegrassers from the Delta, Slowcoaster, and the Divorcees. The music was great, my friends are excellent, and my body needs to crash. And if I don't see you, good afternoon, good evening, and good night.

2 Comments:

Blogger Joy said...

I used the men's bathroom at the Dublin on Friday and even there it was bad. But as the saying goes -when you gotta go, you gotta go.

On another note, I linked you too!

2:51 p.m.  
Blogger gillian said...

I so could have used some Redbull on Sunday night.
Slowcoaster = funnnnnnn :)

12:29 p.m.  

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