Van City Stories...

Saturday, October 6, 2007
Mr. Heller in VanCity

Hey kids
Here it is. The long overdue blog...
Sitting inside The Opus Hotel is Yaletown waiting on a fat Pom Pom of Kush to dry.
Flew in to VanCity yesterday. The Mayor dropped a man off at the airport 8.45 am. RGP arrives forty-five minutes later. Check-in counter employee is a bitch. What's up with trying to charge $50 plus tax for 2.5lbs extra weight? Is Air Canada on crack? Are they the people the convenience store up the block from my spot directs the message - NO FIENDS! Window and a middle seat? Bloody 'ell...
Flight is painless for the most part. One trip to the can, a few cups of water, a little reading and iPod use. Bitch Wilson dropped off a double disc set of the new Van Halen tour and his very own, twelve song deep, Guns N' Roses Chinese Democracy mix. VH is on fire with DLR. The set list is choice. Still need to investigate G N' R proper before passing judgement.
Sutton Place is one block from Martini HQ, DIPT, and one half block from the finest street meat ever, Japdog. Love the sign and photo announcing Mr. Ice Cube ate here many times. Grilled bun, brat, teriyaki, grated radish, Japanese onions. Might head back tonight and order up the Turkey Smokie. Might hit Kobe Steakhouse for some goodness. Only time will tell...
Hit the town hard last night. Dinner with RGP and one of his Korean business partners at some Moroccan hipster spot. Drinks on a bed in the upstairs lounge. Service is slow. JD & Red Bull to help get over the jet lag and keep the train running. Korea's date is the epitome of understated beauty. Second meeting of the day. RGP packs the schedule. NDA in place. Shhhhh...
We're in Martini's city. Flag a taxi, pick him up and moments later he's banging on the back door of Orange No. 5. The selection is weak, but the vibe is proper. Good times, a few Corona and a Boilermaker. Geoff drops in...
VI entry to Commodore for Kaskade. Trance. Word is they're big. A couple of tweakers but nothing special. Off to Geoffs bar, Shine, situated directly beside Alife. Low key, hip hop spot. Une Rouge in the back room talking to a hot gal with bumper. Smash. 'What the fuck?' Flash to female patron being escorted out in a reverse arm bar. Damn, it's like that! Oh, she threw a glass in someone's face on some bullshit...
Kush setting in. Time for a nap. More to follow...