So last night we hear all this shit at work about this party that's goin on down the street from the narrow...of course I think about going...but since I got lots to do at home, I quickly dismiss it...
We get to Rachels house to discuss the creation of my duvet cover that she's making for me, and my phone rings..its 2am...its fucking Gary. Gary tells me he is going to a party that I should go to......I become interested, because if Gary's goin, its gotta be serious...so I tell him to sess out the party, and to call if its worth going to......he calls back 20 mins later, claiming it may be the best party he's ever seen go on in Vancouver.......and after touring with the man for 3 months, I know that this must be a serious party.
So me and Rach get ready.....we were being stupid girls, and trying on 50 diff things, then realized it had been an hour...and Gary had called my phone like 3 times, but I left it in the basement, so i didn't hear it...we settle on old faithfuls, and get in the bug and head to work to get fireball.(duh)oh and Deesnuts for Gary, cuz he was starving,cuz he's a caveman,and needs steady nourishment....we finally get to the party....and we see a few buses that are holding too many ppl, but we also see ppl leaving, like a lot of ppl.....then we see Gary and Tom and Laura, and we find out the party is fucking over......it is at that moment that Gary says 'you just missed the best party that ever happened here'.
Neat.
So after many swigs from the ol doctor McGillacuddy, we decide to all go to 4 bros for some zaa....
many laughs and swigs are shared and I feel okay about missing the party, and making my own...
plus hanging out with Gary when he isnt worried about anything is pretty fucking rad too....
party on.
