I was in Vancouver with Rochelle. It’s one of our favorite cities. We were up to visit Remy (the puppy I mentioned in the previous post) before we could take him home, and Wil suggested we all have lunch together since we were all in the area with him filming Eureka episodes. Adia, our “middle” Golden, was the aunt of Remy (likewise Eowyn) so we brought her along on the trip. Our plan was to visit a dog friendly restaurant since we would have her with us.
We’re all partial to Granville island, both the beer from the brewery, the locale, and the food. Wil, like me, hates cabs but that was the only way for us to get together. We arrived to find the hotel spot that was pet friendly was closed for construction. We wandered around with Adia. We ended up finding a place, but they wanted us to tie up Adia outside the patio eating area due to regulations. We tried to keep her close but she was insistent on being with us so we gave her a long leash lead about 20 feet from where we were in the neighboring park. Before long she was entangled in her lead with the stimulation of so many nice people around her and seeing us just a few feet away.
I was trying to concentrate on what Wil was saying, while at the same time he was concentrating on Adia trying to tie her long lead in knots to try and just be with us.
Wil was inviting me to perform at w00tstock. I was trying to understand why anyone would ask me to do that. After a bit, none of us could really deal with Adia being so uncomfortable so I took Adia to the car and put her on her travel pillow. She curled up immediately and slept. I returned to the table in the sunny, crisp late-March Vancouver weather.
“I’m going to let my brain reboot for a minute before I answer” I told Wil, about w00tstock.
“Of course.” he said and talked to Rochelle while I processed being invited to perform at something I had already bought tickets for because I wanted to see it. Before I took care of Adia, who by the way is a healthy and energetic 8 years old today, Wil had asked me “Have Paul and Storm talked to you about w00tstock?” and I thought he meant there was something wrong with my tickets or something. It was his simply seeing if I had been asked to perform.
Several years later a mail arrives in my inbox, “Would you like to guest blog for me while I am gone?” My brain went through the same reboot because I know how big and essentially awesome his blog audience (you guys) is.
We had flatbread pizza that day on Granville island, and the last of the brewery’s Winter ale (outstanding). It was a bright sunny day, and Wil got to meet Adia and I got an invitation to perform on a stage for the first time in my life.
This week Will and Shane and I have had the privilege of you guys reading our stuff. We chatted in email and tried to time our entries to not be too overwhelming or overlap. But above it all we wanted to achieve the quality of Wil’s blog. I read what Will and Shane wrote and I think we hit it, And above all your comments and interaction made us feel welcome.
In just a few hours Wil and Anne will get off a boat, early in the morning and probably slightly hung over. I can tell you from experience they will walk with shaky legs down a ramp, and stand and sway slightly while customs processes them. They will probably get on a plane immediately (a fate I wish no enemy, much less a friend in their condition because sea legs are hard to overcome) and they will fly home.
And at the door will be Seamus, and Marlowe, and Riley, Watson, and Luna.
Welcome home brother! Here’s your blog back! I hope we did it justice!
And to you dear reader, thanks.