Slugged awake by the light shouting of any Parkdale dawn, bloated on my couch, using a jean vest as a blanket. Spent most of Saturday chilled by shame; the kind of day where half-memories of the night before float back into your consciousness unwilled, like bacteria glomming onto a host, making you want to puke all over yourself.
The only corrective to such gross malady, I guess, is heading to a Vice-sponsored NXNE barbecue, where you can drink free beer and American vodka and hope you can somehow disappear into a crowd of people who all look exactly the same. Milk Lines and TV Freaks played and those are good bands. Single Mothers played, and they are...also a band, sure.
Buoyed on six free PBRs and an apple, I NXNE-crawled back home to my house to watch four episodes of Frasier and enjoy a light supper of beer, pickles, pepperoni and fancy mustard. Went to the Garrison. Too full. Went to Get Well. Also full but with nice beers and Dig Dug. Went back to the Garrison.
Saw Tangiers, who were great. I was never really into them that much, and wasn't really salivating for their return or anything. But they play that really fun, posi, upbeat sort of indie-pop that feels pretty distinctly Canadian, like Sloan or Super Friendz. But with more riffs. Good stuff. Tried to see Nu Sensae at a house party above Crooked Star but it was too crammed and also, for some reason, an NXNE pass will not gain you entry to some guy's apartment, and so you'll have to pony up five bucks, and so butts to that. Back to the Garrison.
Saw Dream Affair, a limp sort of-industrial three-piece made up of a guy with the biggest guitar I've ever seen (he looked like a small baby holding his dad's guitar, but he was a full man) and a keyboardist/synth guy with an enormous pink flower in his breast pocket and a sad bass player. Not very good, I don't think. But it was 2 am and who am I? Then saw Greys, who are tight and fast and fun even at three in the morning. I have friends in that band, so I won't pretend to review them objectively or anything. Look at me! I totally have friends in bands! Life is so easy.
Went to bed toying with the idea of biking three-plus hours to Milton today. Woke up just hoping I don't somehow fly off the face of the earth and pinwheel back into the void.
Unforgettable: Met a woman who sold me - or, rather, is arranging to sell me - five cases of beer for $20. I think she was probably an angel?