So Webdog was in town this weekend. Oh what? who’s Webdog? Yes, perhaps before I embark on the Who What When Where & Why I should pull you back to a time in October when U2 was in Vancouver.
Like any typical Wednesday, I had procrastinated til about 2pm and decided that in a flurry I should start my work when I get a text from KLZ. She had sent out a text asking her friends… ‘anyone up for the concert tonight?’
I immediately respond as anyone who has known me long enough, knows that U2 is my favourite band & I have seen them in concert 3x already.
I tell her I am in and ask where the seats are, & how much they are. Finally, I realized that perhaps I should ask who I’m going to the concert with. She told me it wasn’t her but rather in place of her. I first assumed I would be going with her boyfriend & his friends because otherwise she would have just said one of our mutual friends.
What happened was that I was to go with her friends from Manitoba. I hesitated a moment & figured.. meh. I’m going to see U2 & Black Eyed Peas! If these friends suck, I will just sit at the end of the row & ignore them. There’s 7 of them and one of me. hey have each other to entertain.
The only snag was that I had a 645 am meeting the next morning & 2 presentations still to prepare for it and it is nearing 4pm. So I quickly finish what I’m doing & bust it up to Joe Fortes to meet the group for a beer, exchange money for the ticket & head home to prepare my speeches. This way, no one is waiting for me before the concert started.
I show up and KLZ is sitting with the guys (Webdog, Benj, EO, Murray amongst a few others. These are the key players in this little story) and they all seemed harmless enough. Even a bit too much on the nerdy side for my liking. However, I had my beer, met the guys & went on my way but not before stopping by the liquor store for a bottle of wine. If there is anything I don’t like, is being behind in the drunk category.
So I write my speeches verbatim, throw back 3/4 of the bottle and made it to the concert with minutes to spare before BEP make their way on the stage. Web & Benj weren’t at the seats. So I sat at the end next to Murray when he informs me they have 2 pop bottles filled with Vodka so I should go grab some pop. So I grab a huge glass of coke & a beer. (I am not new & realize that vodka will be gone within minutes with 8 people in the row and a smart drinker will have a back up).
I had passed Web & Benj on my way to the concession & noticed when I got back the seating arrangement has been moved around and I’m now situated between EO & Web. The concert began & it was awesome. Seats were ok. We were in the lower bowl behind the stage. Was happy to report KLZ’s friends were the dancing kind of spectators so it made up for looking at Fergie’s back. Between sets, we all realize, yes the vodka is gone, we will need a couple of more beers.
Now, anyone that has been to a stadium can understand what a stadium beer is like. It is on tap and not just just that but taps that are questionably clean. So I’m getting not 1 but 2 (hey! hour and half show!) watered down murky canadian beer. (as they say in Big Daddy, that stuff’s like moonshine!) U2 took to the stage & honestly it flew by. It flew by so much that it ended & I was wondering if that was it. Why did it seem so short? Why do I seem so drunk?
We exit BC Place & find that the swarms of people have split us all up. I’m stuck with Webdog who is now continuously asking if I will make out with him. Much to his dismay… no. No I won’t. His friends are calling on his cell & I’m frantically looking for them in the rain as I want to drop this guy off & make it home to sleep….but the group is at Doolins. Great. We’re still 8 blocks away. We get there, sit down & was about to order a beer when someone asks if I was ready for my meeting in the morning… CRAP! it’s 12:30! I have to be up in 5 hours. So I bolted.
I woke up not still drunk but hammered & I’m sweating so hard that I started the water/coffee/water mission. I made it through the meeting with flying colours (next stop rehab.. I jut realized how bad this all sounds).
I always flaunt how because I work for myself, that I can wear my pjamas and can take naps. Except there is no rest for the wicked. I had a morning of meetings & didn’t make it back to my computer until 1pm followed by a solid 6 hours that when 7 rolled around and the boys phoned to see if I wanted to come out to the roxy, I didn’t hesitate to ask: are you f’n crzy?
No.. they were not. They were on vacation. EO was complaining that it was his last nite in Van & it would be really nice if I came out because I as he put it.. they enjoyed my company.
I promised I would take a nap & re evaluate. To no avail did I make it off the couch. I did have an interesting fight with the pizza delivery guy but I did not leave my apartment. So they had to party without me. I did promise that I would make it out Friday night…. and after another long & crazy day (however, less nervous sweating) I met up with them for a nice dinner at Kettle of Fish. (Lived 8 years downtown & had never been to that restaurant.)
It is here where Web asks if I remember dancing with him. I look at him with puzzlement. He tells me that during ‘One’ we supposedly were slow dancing in the aisle. He then corrected himself.
Apparently, at firstt he was hugging himself, dancing and winging himself side to side. So much so that he pushed EO out of the way & then began slow dancing with me. THIS… this is vague. This may also be the reason I thought the concert was rather short. I don’t remember the concert. I vaguely remember the dancing to ‘One’ as that is my favourite song so it doesn’t surprise me. What I do recall was putting my arm around his waist and my head on his shoulder.
His friends then chirped in that it didn’t end there but that we also made out.
Ok ok ok……. no. No way. THAT I would remember. I have been in many many states before when I have made out with boys. In the rain, against a pole, on the dance floor, against a door, on a sidewalk what have you. Sober, buzzed, sloppy… and they all have one thing in common. I remember it.
So I refute this claim. To which they argue. They argue that EO (who according to them, is their group’s town crier & accurate fact based source) saw this with his own eyes (as opposed to the fake ones I had?) and could give the story with details.
This was their argument.
I argued the following…. Why would I make out with someone one time & then later on presented with the possibility of a second make out then deny him?
I hold by my statement. I also wouldn’t have made out with him at a concert in the aisle in front of everyone for the sheer fact that it was tacky and I try to not be tacky. Classy? Always.. take me everywhere. but tacky? no.
Additionally, if there were 7 of them there, why is it only 1 of them that saw this occurrance?
Yes…. I rest my case. I then spent the rest of the evening refuting & denying any advances from the webdog in fear it would reignite the whole make out debate. I do this of course in throughout the classy venues I took them to… You know, the Cecil. (see… told you: classy)
I may be fuzzy but I would like to think, if someone kissed me……. they’d remember.