~ Went on a photographic expedition with Trevor and Daniele. Well, actually Trevor had no camera. We went to the rail yards and took pictures of rust and pictures of wood. Sometimes pictures of rust and wood. Also, Daniele found a stash of womens’ panties. I say women plural as there was quite a variety of sizes and styles. From small thongs to large grannies. It was really the most disturbing thing I’ve seen in Nanaimo in quite a long time. We documented this in photographs as well. Though I later wondered what the film tech at London Drugs thought when they developed them. Especially since my new userpic was also on that roll.
~ Sat in on Pins of Light. Stephen and I tried to banter on par with Kristjanne and Erin. Of course, we have the strangle hold on awkward dead air. No one can touch us there. Also, I lie more on air than any radio personality bar none. Bar none.
~ There was this dude I saw outside of CHLY who was “boxer jogging” walking. Like with a lot of shoulder movement. He had a sketchy fast walking friend. I was disturbed to see them, later, walking down the tracks by my apartment.
~ Went to a dance party. It started out, well, I won’t mince words, it started out pretty lame. Nice and all, but pretty lame. I mean, the hosts were cool, but the party was not started and not getting started and no one was stepping up to get the party started. But in the end, it became the rage-rocker of the year. There were also two sketchy dudes from the hotel who had two cases of beer and a doobie and who sat on the doorstep begging to be let in all night. So anyway, bon voyage Chris Clark.