Get Er Done Tour Blog #1 Day 3: Vancouver

It started out kinda tame. We stayed with a couple of creeps named Rosa and Berger who are so level eleven out of ten that Fierce and I wrote down some emergency numbers and gave them to the Bitchin’ girls in case we didn’t make it out alive.

One of the biggest differences about touring with girls over boys have been the level of care and thought put into even the most banal things. Here’s an example: girls get dressed up and sorted out before they leave the house to DJ

and they always manage to find some way to incorporate unicorns and other girlie accoutrement’s
into the everyday

As an aside, the ladies somehow convinced me that i should wear this out. That I didn’t look slutty at all, and that I should be proud. Looking through the pictures today has taught me that girls lie. A lot.

Everything was chillin’. We made it to Lotus on time, the crew of creeps in tow. Betti Forde started off the set, the sound was banging, and that’s when it all took a nosedive.

Suddenly the music went off and the bar manager came running over all, “gimme five minutes”, the club had filled with smoke and it was clearing out fast. We make a lot of jokes at Pink Mafia about how we’re gonna burn the party to the ground, but we never thought it would actually happen. Apparently a bass bin caught on fire, or was set on fire, we’re a little fuzzy on the details.Here’s a really shitty video clip of the fire, shot by our creepy friend Rosa.

Being as skin tight/all night as we are, we just packed it up and moved it up to another room in the complex. Some club called “Honey” with a DJ booth ten feet above the dancefloor that required some serious skills to climb into. Here’s a lovely photo of the rider we found when we got up there.

Fierce Helder took it from there and tore that place a brand new one.
There were some sad moments of course. Honey was significantly smaller than Lotus, and there was a lineup four people wide and a block long trying to get in for most of the night. But luckily, Rosa and Berger were fantastic at keeping the party going. Here’s a nice one of Mama Miche holding Berger up when she wandered into the secret door that lead to the tree house ladder you had to take to get to the DJ booth.

On several occasions Berger asked me where she was. And here’s another gem of Rosa with a super soaker she found in the back kitchen at the club.

As it was with the Whistler show, so too in Vancouver the bar had to ask us to stop playing three times before we actually did. But for serious, every time Fierce shut it down, the crowd screamed for so long, we had little choice but to throw it back on.

Four hours of sleep later and we were off to Kelowna.

I won’t bore you with the details of our fantastic trip through the mountains, some political bit involving Pine Beetles who are apparently destroying Canada’s old growth, or how gorgeous the pool was at the house we stayed in. It’s just another day in the life around here anyway. I’ll let the photos do the talking.

Here’s Fierce Helder with a Gay Apple. She looks sad cause she had to let it go.

Oh yeah, and here’s Fierce again with her new boyfriend, Mikey. She met him outside of a pub AND liquor store called Whiskey Jack’s. Basically, he straightened her out and they now have some plan to meet up after the tour and live the good life. We’re not sure what “the good life” is exactly but we know this much: it involves ranching, those man sandles and cruising around in his Jeep in fast glasses.

We’ve also tightened up our rider a bit so we can attract all the babes and cause now that Fierce is straight, she won’t stop about the Bacardi Breezers and Zinfandel spritzers.

There’s more to tell and show kids, but mami needs a beer and a nap and a smoke so I’ll leave you with this gorgeous shot of yours truly; working on my tan at the pool.

Honourable mentions: A&W veggie burgers, East Hastings looking kinda tame for once, Berger’s thong keg stand first thing in the morning, losing phone chargers left and right, drunk mathematicians, male promoters giving us white roses, but not more beer like we asked, and the promise of Mandeep’s party pins in the distance.

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