More VanCity Stories...

Vancouver is nice, but not today. Rain. Blah. Dim Sum with Martini and friends is proper. Kind of gets the brain on China: I’m going to muthafunkin’ China. Yeah boy…
RGP and I hit the theatre and catch the new Bourne movie. Good stuff, but a little thin on the non-acting scenes. Guess that’s what goes down at the end of a trilogy. I prefer the classic ending, similar to the culmination of The Sopranos series. Leave a man thinking…
It is long weekend Saturday, not much going on. Hit Cactus Club for a quick bite. Canucks game is tied at three. The whole spot appears to be gathered around a few screens. Five seconds left and the home team scores. The place goes off. Vancouver loves its teams. In one twenty-four hour period I hear more people mention both the Canucks and Lions than a year of NHL and CFL back home. Toronto is blessed with the Raptors and now that we have the FC it’s a wrap. I finish my meal and call it a night.
Wake up mad early Sunday am. Excited NFL action gets underway at 10am on the left coast. Fuck. What channel is this shit on? I can’t find it. What a moron. Decide to prepare for work in the afternoon. Let’s charge up this iPod here and get ready for these interviews. FUCK! Shit is on the fritz, again. Why does a man seem to experience equipment issues on the road? I lost a day in Vegas at Magic on this back in late August. Lucky RGP is here. He probably has like six Pods with him, so it won’t be an issue. Taxi to De Dutch for breakfast; nothing special other than a little rise out of RGP when this kid keeps touching his utensils. What’s up with that?
Back in the Opus, Kush out and book a flight to Chicago for a wedding next month. Rebecca picks me up in her truck and we’re off to the Commodore for photos, interviews and a movie screening. I don’t know shit about skateboarding. Happy Ace Six finally sent his questions in to save the day. Lance Mountain is a legend and at forty-one years of age the elder statesmen of the SB Team despite only signing up a few months back. Todd Jordan appears to have ingested copious amounts of chemicals in his time. Omar Salazar skates hard.
Sugar Jane is in the house. Long time, she’s on her work grind, we barely talk. Photos go well and Rebecca is out. Eat two turkey and cranberry sandwiches and that’s as close as it gets to Thanksgiving. Knock out the interviews, watch the movie, and head out with Martini and Justin.
Finally get the game in the room, late game that is. Nap. Head to Modern for the Eh Team - one of the guys from Team Canada, DJ Pump from Calgary, and a VanCity local (name escapes me) playing together all at once. Martini rolls in with a mocha latte from No. 5. Justin is all smiles. Geoff is getting crunk. Nike SB in the house playing cat and mouse. Bar closes at 2pm, then it's lights on ten minutes later. A big 'Get the fuck out. We're not making any more loot and we're not baby-sitting your ass'. What's up with that? The party gathers in the street and spreads all over the place...

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...