On Marine Drive overlooking the ocean in White Rock, British Columbia there is a restaurant with the funniest name. See title of this blog entry. Just down the street from Charlie Don't Surf is a restaurant/ bar called Iguana's. Tonight the two best blues players I've heard live in a very long time were belting them out of Iguana's. They did a rendition of 'Can't Always Get What You Want' that wafted over the evening breeze just perfectly with my circumstances at the time.
The bus ride home got a bit weird. Three very drunk, very stoned First Nations guys stumbled on the bus and went about their drinking while we made our way back to Vancouver. At one point one of these guys went up to the driver to ask a question. A kid of about 16 or 17 in a wheelchair sitting up near the front took issue with this and started yelling at the First Nations guy to go back and sit down. First Nations guy takes issue with wheelchair kid and yells back. Other two First Nations guys take issue with their companion's behaviour and go up and quickly get into it with each other. I could hear all three of them smacking each other to varying degrees as the wheelchair kid continued to scream at them at the top of his lungs to shut the fuck up and get off the fucking bus, etc. Meanwhile my Latin American friend beside me on the bus has her iPod cranked, is totally oblivious to the confrontation developing and continues to sing Sinatra's 'My Way' way too loud for comfort. The combination of her singing, wheelchair boy screaming obscenities, and Dumb, Dumber, and Dumbest kicking the shit out of each other while the driver tried to keep us on the road eventually sent me into near hysterical laughter.
The drunks got off at the next stop, the kid fell asleep, and Claudia took off her iPod and looked out the window for the rest of the ride to downtown Vancouver.