Let me tell you about my surreal adventure last night. A friend of mine, Toast, asked me to go see a band play at Moe’s Tavern last night. She was going with a friend of hers from New Brunswick but he’s a guy and she needed a little titty support cause she wasn’t comfortable being around only guys the entire night. Plus, if she needed to spend the night, she had my place. So I decided to go. Moe’s Tavern is honestly in the middle of Buttfuck, Ontario. It’s inbetween Waterdown and Girlington surrounded by trees, a Tim Horton’s and a John Deere machinery supplier. So my father drives me out there at eight o’clock in the evening cause he didn’t want to take me an hour later at nine. That was fine cause at least it was a ride. He didn’t want to leave me though because as soon as we pull up a couple of guys decided to have themselves a little tustle. So I’m waiting for Melba, my father wheels back around and asks me if I really want to stay.
I’m already annoyed cause he dropped me off an hour early so I told him to just go home. I tried to call Toast but she message’s me back saying her phone was dying. That’s. Just. Wonderful.
To make a long story short, I waited for two hours. Toast and the band pulled up at around 10 o’clock, the same time the cab that I called for pulled up. I decided to stay after all, although I was annoyed that I had to wait for so long; annoyed not only at her for being late - cause she said to meet her there at 9 - but also at myself for having arrived a full hour early. By 10 o’clock a group of people had decided to congregate around me so I didn’t look as pathetic as I probably did. They were nice for taking pity on me but I really didn’t know what to talk about with them and they just sort of ignored me even though they were standing around with me.
I should mention that I was waiting outside the entire time in 5 degree weather. I was wearing a sweater and a jean jacket but I was still freezing my ass off. My feet were super cold cause I was wearing my new Adidas shoes that are paper thin. Ya, I probably looked like a loser. I didn’t want to pay the $6 cover charge to get in though! Plus, I was just going to be sitting at a booth nursing a coke looking stupid inside anyway. I figured I might as well have saved myself some cash and waited outside; so I did.
Well, finally they arrived. Toast apologized profusely and introduced me to her friend from New Brunswick (woo, worth the wait in himself, he was SUPER HOT) and we got inside. The tv screens were playing Day of the Dead on mute. Since it took the band a while to set up we sat there watching for awhile. It was super gross. But it was oddly appropriate once the second last band began playing. While zombies were tearing people apart, this band called Mare a Day played. The only thing I can describe their sound is like a cross between Tool and a mother giving birth. The music was kinda slow and melodius but at times hard and rough and all the while, instead of singing, the guitarist would utter these high pitched screams of anguish. Some things I could make out as words: don’t, no, fucker; but most of it was just raw wailing. It was kind of cool.
The band that Toast came along with was At the Mercy of Inspiration (ATMOI). They were so good. My ears are still ringing from the speakers, but they had so much energy and they were just so good. I wish I had the money to pick up a t-shirt while I was there, but I didn’t. They’re playing Toronto soon. Perhaps I can convince Toast to go with me to see them again 
Anyway, that was my night in a very big nutshell. I haven’t had an exciting Friday night in awhile so it was good to go out and see a show.
