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So a little while ago I saw an ad on Craigslist, advertising for an interesting barter experience. The deal was to offer something, pretty much almost anything, to trade for two seats at a Toronto Blue Jays home game. Interesting enough, and I’d never been to a ball game, and at most I would lose the time it took to take pictures of what I had up for trading. So why not? I knew the game was Jays vs. Kansas City, who I was told was one of the worst teams in the league, but whatever, it’d still be a fun time.
I sent off my application for the tickets by offering to trade the following:

• 10 kinder egg toys
• a dance mix 93 cassette tape
• a promotional pocket calculator/calender
• stickers for my friends bands and fishing website
• a hand-made hemp bracelet with their choice of beads

I had my friend Brandon promise to take me to the game, where we would indulge on $8 beers and he would buy me a giant foam finger (but a little one since the overly large ones are just scary looking… it’s a bit of a Simpsons reference)

Well I received an e-mail close to the time of the ending of the contest, I honestly didn’t expect to win since the first person was offering a pink gorilla outfit, and it was like a neon electric pink, and what on EARTH could compete with one of those? (The question being, if you owned one… why would you give it up?!)

Yes, well I received an e-mail stating that two winners were selected, and I was given my choice of tickets, either the KC as advertised, or a game later in September, with Jays vs. Boston. I picked Boston. And it wasn’t even a requirement for me to mail out the goodies I had promised. (Although it was my plan to when I got the tickets in the mail, planning on using the return address as a point of origin)
Apparently I picked the better tickets, but I picked based on Brandon having random “Free” tickets that get him into any game (Other than New York or Boston) up until August, and we could use those for the KC game as well.

Go figure he doesn’t put his return address on the envelope 

Anyways, after all this I have tickets to an awesome game, I have a new internet friend, and I have a new link on my blog. Think Inside The Box is who set up this barter and it was definately a fun experience!

Now… to figure out where on earth one buys CrackerJacks anymore!

Or at least that's what I heard last night.

I ended up having a nice dinner in a cool little pub type place on the patio with Shannon, Devon, Devon's wife & 2 kids & Phil (and later two other people Shannon & Devon knew) and talked a bit about competitive arm wrestling. I was supposed to have Devon show me technique & stuff but me and Phil wandered off instead. Then me & Phil went for hot chocolate & sat outside smelling people's laundry, then I got the munchies and we went to another pub for 11pm nachos.

Warped tour was fun, I sat at the merch table most of the day, saw no other bands other than Brandon's, and got my tits signed by various band people. Two drummers, one lead singer/guitarist, one backing vocals/guitarist, and one chick with massive tits, and an even bigger ass. My nose also got the most sunburnt and was peeling for 2 days just inside my line of vision which drove me nuts.

I laugh at people who moan and whinge because of the decisions they make, and the company they keep, and why their lives won't change for the better when they do nothing to make their lives better.

My first Warped tour, Strap-On Tools first Warped tour.

Warped really started the night before.  We took to the studio for a last minute rehearsal, to make sure the set would be under 20 minutes while pushing for every second they had.  The first run-through lasted 21:40 while the second lasted 20:40.  The band contemplated cutting out a song to give some more time to talk to the audience.  Personally I was also practicing, seeing how many pictures my camera and I could handle in 20 minutes.  I gave 125 images on battaries that were not fully charged, with a flash.  We started driving up to Barrie after.

The morning of, I started calling Chad who had slept at home the night before, we were all concerned he wouldn’t make it up in time while the rest of Toronto was also heading up to the venue.  He got here okay, and we sent him off to register the band to sign in.  After much hilariousness from a prank Chad pulled we registered and got in.

The lot of us drove into the venue through the band enterance, and we unloaded the mounds of gear and merch.  Set up a merch table for the whole day and mostly sat the whole day.  I went around a few times to different booths and signed up for various mailing lists, didn’t see any other bands though really and did my job handing out flyers like I was supposed to.  I also went around collecting autographs.  One from a drummer with really nice tattoos who drumm’ed topless on the left part of my chest, one from the Richard, the guitarist/vocalist of Broomfiller on the right part of my chest, a guitarist and backing vocalist from another band on my neck, and finally Chad the drummer from Strap-On Tools on my left chest/stomach area (he took the liberty to just draw all over me)
The set was absoloutly wonderful.  Everything went well except Brandon’s voice getting muddied by… mud.  Molsen Park… er… Park Place in Barrie is very dusty, and all the dust collecting in your mouth, then drinking water because you feel dry, makes for mud in your mouth.  I first questioned the hordes of kids wearing bandanas like masks, and after another hour or so I was well jealous of their decisions to look like bank robbers.  Anyways the set was quite nice and except for the renegade mosh-pit-makers who were running full-tilt directly into my side knocking me nearly over, it was extremely fun.

We set up and tore down and I took in excess of 200 pictures during the set.  Plus a good amount before, and another 30 or so afterwards.  It was a full day of picture-taking.

And here’s where you get to see the pictures

whoo! I do'nt think ive ever drank a smirinoff twister thingie (green apple. yumm) faster before in my life. it was apparnetly like under 4 minutes. but it took me another like 25 minutes to drinm the second.

So yesterday Filipe coerced me into going to Scott's birthday party, so he wouldn't have to show up stag. I always feel out of place, being the tagger-on'er, especally for private parties where I don't know the majority of people. I'm outgoing in large groups of friends, or at least collegues and wellwishers, but in large groups of complete strangers I'll be the first to hide in a corner.

I'm also bored out of my mind at work. Which is okay, because I don't work tomorrow. And I'll be heading up to Warped Tour. Whee!