It's not intentional, just coincidence.

I've come to realize that HSR has never EVER done an interview while sober. And we're really not drunk all that often (well, at least not all of us at the same time). I think that it's a miracle that we've yet to recorded saying something completly offensive (even if meant in a jokey context). Saturday night was certainly heading in that direction. After we played our set, a nice CHMA doode--James-- wanted to do an interview. He asked us:

How do you like being a band in Halifax?

Ed: Well it's better than being a band from EYE-raq, or Afghanistan, I guess.

Jen:..... You mean in terms of safety, RIGHT?!

And then Andrew said something about not getting fire bombed on the way up.

The interview moved on to cover topics of comedic situations at funerals, the economy, how we consider our university degrees useless (while we simultaneously DIS-endorsed the University we attended) and finally...

Corey Hart.

Shortly after, Kerri and Katie got kicked out for putting ketchup from the kitchen into a bag. Not their bag. Just a bag. I was both shocked and pleased that I (for once) somehow ceased to be involved in the stupidest situation of the night (no offence).

It was a fun night, it was a messy night.

But not so much for me. As soon as people were getting out of control, I went into instant sober maternal mode of 'taking care of others'. Pffft. Or more like, getting people out before they fuk shi*t up.

Although, not even I could escape Ed's Scorpion from Mortal Combat influenced:

"COME 'ERRRRRRE!!!!!!" + instant facefull of black sambuca.

All in all, Stereophonic fest was a great time. We caught some of Epworth's stellar set at Struts gallery, and thoroughly enjoyed the A/V set. Philip is fearless. What would you do if you were told to do your one man newwave dance show at 9:00pm? At a Roadhouse? That sits on the desolate marsh accross from the old train station? Well, Philly danced on tables, swung mic stands and gave one of the most spirited performances I've seen. It's safe to say that he won that round even though I was the only one to give him a nonencore (NO MORE SONGS!).

I wish I had pictures, but my battery died. I would have totally taken a vid of Andrew's wookie barf, a truly rare occurance:

OOOOOOOOHHAAAAAHBAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

HOOABAH!

But instead of show pics, here is Fudgey pic I like to call: "Fudgey in Dreamland". I'm proud to announce that as Fudgey's mommy I have been invited to take part in Halicats locals. So I guess I'll indulge in my kitty postings there. But here's one more for the books: a lullaby I wrote for Fudgey.

Fudgey Fudgey

Rub-sies Rub-sies (x2)

For you.

And me

But mostly you.

And especially me.

I like your hair & I like your eyes

I like your hugs and all your supri-ses...

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