This photo from Singalong last night speaks volumes. Those weren’t all mine (although at least 2 of the Jager shots were), but there were 10 drinks in front of me at one point, thanks to an enthusiastic older lady named Linda who was so into it she got a pair of spoons to play when our percussion master Tony wisely restricted her access to the tambourine. (TAMBOS ARE NOT TOYS, PEOPLE.) Unlike last month, I couldn’t manage to convince a girl in the crowd to flash the band her tits, but not for lack of trying.
Off to Singalong in team colours! We’ll do something American for independence day, I’m sure.
If you’re reading this in Vancouver, my bros in The Hard Rock Miners are doing their annual Pogues tribute, “Shane’s Teeth” tonight at the WISE Hall. It promises to be drunkenly epic.
Loving this pic my friend Holly took of this past weekend’s block party singalong.
Can you spot me there in the back?
See the fire truck, too? The kids go nuts for that shit.