Get Er Done Tour Blog Day 2: Whistler

We all met up in Van City for the drive to Whistler. Miche drove in from Calgary (I know, hardcore right?), Kenzie took the ferry from Victoria, Fierce and I fly from Toronto, and Betti actually lives here.

From the second we piled in that car, it was clear that Whistler was about to get it. Two and a half hours of heavy chic conversation. Legal talk. Tech talk. The Chronic on repeat and so many jokes, I almost pissed myself a dozen times. We get to Whistler and of course it’s gorgeous. And filled with 20-25 year old kids unwilling to grow up, so they snowboard, smoke weed, pass around STDs and all have Australian
accents. The Holiday Inn there is like 10 times better than any of our cribs (sorry, there’s been a lot of rap music on this tour).

Big shout out to Maxx Fish for being dope down the line. No need for a shakedown, they had all the gear set up right and they put our rider together in a very respectable four foot tub of ice on wheels.

I’m not really sure who ran the train, us on that tub or the tub on us. But the tub of booze won, that much I know.

The ladies tore that club to shreds. Dancefloor full, booze flowing. Ladies losing it. And all the boys kept giving us the respect eyes (which is when they look at you like they wanna fuck you but they hope
you can’t tell cause they know they haven’t a hope in hell). All, “you’re pretty dope for a bunch of girls”. No shit buddy.

We shut er down and started the stumble back to the hotel to get a solid 4 hours of sleep before driving back to Van. Except Fierce and I (at 5am no less) decided we couldn’t go to sleep without smokes. We took this long winding retarded walk through the desolate cluster fuck that is Whistler Village in search of a 7-Eleven. We could’t have stood out more in leather biker jackets and big sunglasses. Finally some pedophile out for a morning jog with half a dozen boys gave us halfassed directions and we made it.

In the morning, we get up all feeling like shit fresh from the oven and start the descent back to Vancouver.

And that’s when Betti Forde started barfing everywhere.
Lucky for us, the drive from Whistler to Van City is one of the most beautiful in the world.
Here’s a picture of Betti puking over a barricade on the side of the
highway. Notice the beauty in the background.

And here’s two more: Fierce and Kenzie and Miche, Me and Kenzie sitting
on a barricade on a separate stretch of highway when Betti puked “must
have been the orange juice” up later.

Finally, here’s a choice pic of me and Fierce in the forest when we
pulled over on a nature trail on the side of the road so Betti could
puke up “there’s the eggs. Girls, I think I’m good”.

Somehow (even after making a stop at some dudes apartment and sorting out Betti with some meds) we made it to UBC to do Betti Forde’s radio show, The Broadcast on CITR in time.
Take a listen to the podcast with Fierce Helder on the one’s and two’s,
Betti Forde dropping the puck and me ruining a perfectly good interview.
http://playlist.citr.ca/podcasting/audio/20080704-130000-to-20080704-140300.mp3

Here we go Vancouver. Stay tuned for tomorrow’s update which will no doubt include notes on:

the mind-blowing level of men in sandals here, god damned rain, and the promise of a one-piece pink spandex shorts suit a girl named Berger said she was wearing to the club to be our go-godancer tonight.