Only Three Days In (Stories From The Road)
Three days in and we've already got so many stories to tell.
I'll start with what is probably the most hilarious and traumatic of them all. We were driving to Kelowna on Friday after a great outdoor show in Kamloops the night before, when I decided to text our friend, Heather, who is taking care of our place while we are gone and getting it ready for Air BnB guests. They were arriving that day so I just wanted to check in with her and make sure there wasn't anything else that she needed from us. What I got back was a simple, "No it's all good, I'm meeting up with them this afternoon." Okay, nice and easy.
The next minute I look back at my phone and see a bombardment of texts starting with "Holy fuck Evan oh my god oh my god". This was followed by a detailed phone call about how a bird had come in through the window of our freshly cleaned house and decided to leave copious amounts of both blood and feces all over the walls and furniture. There was blood spattered up the wall as if a gruesome murder had just happened and bloody peck marks all against the glass windows. Did I mention the guests were coming in 10 minutes?
Heather is the true hero of this story. While hysterically laughing and potentially crying she managed to clean it all up before the guests came to stay in what will now be a must-see spot on the Murder House Tour of Vancouver.
After a rowdy show in Kelowna at Fernando's Pub we packed the van and took our sun-burnt faces up to somewhere none of us had never been before, let alone heard of. Birch Island.
All I can really say about Serenity Music at Birch Island is that it is magic. Shirley and everyone came out to the outdoor farm stage were so full of love and kindness. There was a lightning storm was we played and, instead of hiding away, the audience decided to get out of there seats and start dancing in the rain. The smile on my face couldn't have been bigger in that moment. We all celebrated late into the night. It was the most laughter I have ever heard in one space. Oh, and Jarred took of his shirt and wrestled Eric. Again, magic.