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And now here's the part where I rant: People, please. If you want to enjoy music under a drug-induced fog, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE get high at home before you get to the show! For crying out loud! I don't care about pot, I mean, if you wanna smoke it, all the more power to you, but have some courtesy! Not everyone on this planet derives the same high you do. For some people (*cough*ME*cough*), it makes them sicker than you could imagine. So, please, get high before you go. And, jeez, definitely let someone else who's not high drive.
Okay, rant mode over. :)
At this point, I was so sick, so weak and so upset. I'm sure many people are reading this thinking, "Well, why didn't you just leave?" and here's why: Yo La Tengo are my favorite band, and I was trying really really (really) hard not to let this creep ruin the show for me. By this time, the band had come back for their encore and Ira was asking the audience for requests. Maybe the gods were feeling sorry for me at this point, because Ira actually looked down at where I was standing, and even in my small weak voice, he heard when I requested "Upside-Down". And Ira responded sweetly by saying, "Well, of course we'll have to play that for you, 'cause you're wearing that Sea & Cake t-shirt..." and then, even in that nice moment, loser-boy has to sloppily crash into my shoulder, staring up at me glazed-eyed and drooling, "Hey, I used to live in Chicago..." to which I thought: SHUT UP! And then they played it for me, and it was utter bliss, and the entire trial of assboy dissipated into the theatre's ceiling like so much pot smoke. And then Georgia suggested they play "Satellite", and I could hear Ira question, "You wanna play another song off that album?!" but Georgia won and they played it, and I melted with happiness!
And then YLT invited The Clean back on stage, and they played a Bats song! Holy freaking moly! It was utterly amazing!!! And then they were done.
The funniest thing: after the show, we hung out in the lobby of the theatre talking with James, when we saw this girl outside pulling on the locked glass doors. James kindly opened the door and let her in, and she was like, "Ohmygod, has the show started yet?!" and he replied politely, "The show is actually over" and she was like, "Are you sure?!" and I had to crack up. Uh, yeah. I think he would be sure.
James gave us some great recommendations on places to check out in Vancouver, and then we hugged good-bye, and walked back to our hotel. It was then that we realized, we hadn't had a thing to eat! We asked at the front desk for recommendations, and the (albeit nice) guy suggested a bar. Crud. So, instead we decided to walk the streets of Vancouver, looking for food. Bad idea! We had no idea that downtown Vancouver was so...well, scary. Panhandlers lurked in every shadow. I was freaked out. Finally, we found a Taco Time, grabbed some food and practically ran back to the safety of the hotel. Back up in our hotel room, The X-Files was on, and I was just about bouncing on the bed with joy! 'Cause we had just been talking about the X-Files with James earlier that evening, and the show was filmed here in Vancouver in the first seasons, aaa-and it was one of those unbelievably-funny episodes. I miss the X-Files. Sigh.
Lights out! Time for bed!