Mr Silly
07-22-03, 04:04 PM
Well after an amazing 10 days of fun and excitement in Edmonton, Colin and I headed to the airport to get on the "Buddy Holly Express" to Grande Prarie, Alberta. This was the third year for thier Streetfest, headed up by the man, the legend Dick Finkel. When we arrived we checked into the hotel and met up with the other artists for some diner. We noticed the great number of pick-up trucks in the parking lot and thought it was very strange, but then the next day when we went to check out the town, we realized that it must have been the official vechile for Grande Prarie because everyone had one. Colin came up with a great idea for a bumper sticker specifically for pick-up trucks...
"My other Pick-up truck is a Pick-up truck!"
We could have made a fortune. Anyway, we had four days to get in some R & R before starting to work on Friday, so the poker began. Love who? Love 22 graciously donated his room for the card playing addicts. We even went as far as buying a folding card table from the local Walmart because the tables in the room were not up to poker standards. Regulars at the table included Love (of course), Dick, L. Ron Pearson, Dan the One-Man-Band (most of the band mates were assholes), Miss Shelley Switzer, Charlie "Baboo" Brown, Pane the invisible master, and me (Phil the Silly Person). So that was it...we woke up ate breakfast, played poker, ate dinner then played until Love fell asleep at the table (repeat). Then the weekend came and we were all geared up to work, Friday brought good weather and a good start to the weekend, the crowds were not in record numbers but the ones who were in attendence were really giving and were there to have fun. After work and between poker Colin and I decided to check out the local adult entertainment. So we grabbed the keys to the van and invited the rest of the cast to come along, most declined but we did convince a number of unlikley candidates. So picture this, Colin, myself, Flyin' Bob Palmer (the other white meat), Peter (of the Terseract), Love who? Love 22, Pane, Stephen Dubetz (the balloon guy from Edmonton, dubbed "the Doobie Brother"), and Michael Carl O'Neil (Charlie Chaplin/statue guy). Talk about a Motley Crew! Oh..and I maybe should mention that it is the first time Michael has seen a stripper. Anyway...we all strut in and grab the front row seats on perverts row. The first dancer was not bad, but we were waiting for our drinks so noone really paid any attention. Then the second dancer came out and wow what a body, but there was a really strange thing...I could not quite place what was wrong until Colin leaned over and said "that chick looks like Rob Torres!" And he was right it was a doppleganger of Rob with great tits! The other must not have noticed or were over taken by the body and started to throw loonies at her. Then it happened...Love gave the stripper one of his "22 Dollar Rings" She was so grateful (because it was dark and she thought he was a big spender) she came over after her set and signed a poster for him. I figured we had 5 to 10 minutes before we got tossed out, and I was right. One song into the third dancer, the biggest bouncer in the place came over to Love and told him that his money was no good there. And really it is not rocket science...who in their right mind would give fake money to a stripper? Love 22, that's who. So after the warning I thought it was a good idea to leave and that is what we did, back to the ranch for more poker, a few more shows and then poker again. All in all I had a blast and would recommend it to anyone who has the chance to go, as long as you don't take Love 22 to the strippers!
"My other Pick-up truck is a Pick-up truck!"
We could have made a fortune. Anyway, we had four days to get in some R & R before starting to work on Friday, so the poker began. Love who? Love 22 graciously donated his room for the card playing addicts. We even went as far as buying a folding card table from the local Walmart because the tables in the room were not up to poker standards. Regulars at the table included Love (of course), Dick, L. Ron Pearson, Dan the One-Man-Band (most of the band mates were assholes), Miss Shelley Switzer, Charlie "Baboo" Brown, Pane the invisible master, and me (Phil the Silly Person). So that was it...we woke up ate breakfast, played poker, ate dinner then played until Love fell asleep at the table (repeat). Then the weekend came and we were all geared up to work, Friday brought good weather and a good start to the weekend, the crowds were not in record numbers but the ones who were in attendence were really giving and were there to have fun. After work and between poker Colin and I decided to check out the local adult entertainment. So we grabbed the keys to the van and invited the rest of the cast to come along, most declined but we did convince a number of unlikley candidates. So picture this, Colin, myself, Flyin' Bob Palmer (the other white meat), Peter (of the Terseract), Love who? Love 22, Pane, Stephen Dubetz (the balloon guy from Edmonton, dubbed "the Doobie Brother"), and Michael Carl O'Neil (Charlie Chaplin/statue guy). Talk about a Motley Crew! Oh..and I maybe should mention that it is the first time Michael has seen a stripper. Anyway...we all strut in and grab the front row seats on perverts row. The first dancer was not bad, but we were waiting for our drinks so noone really paid any attention. Then the second dancer came out and wow what a body, but there was a really strange thing...I could not quite place what was wrong until Colin leaned over and said "that chick looks like Rob Torres!" And he was right it was a doppleganger of Rob with great tits! The other must not have noticed or were over taken by the body and started to throw loonies at her. Then it happened...Love gave the stripper one of his "22 Dollar Rings" She was so grateful (because it was dark and she thought he was a big spender) she came over after her set and signed a poster for him. I figured we had 5 to 10 minutes before we got tossed out, and I was right. One song into the third dancer, the biggest bouncer in the place came over to Love and told him that his money was no good there. And really it is not rocket science...who in their right mind would give fake money to a stripper? Love 22, that's who. So after the warning I thought it was a good idea to leave and that is what we did, back to the ranch for more poker, a few more shows and then poker again. All in all I had a blast and would recommend it to anyone who has the chance to go, as long as you don't take Love 22 to the strippers!