I am an absentee landlord.
Alas, I finally find the time and strength to go about posting on the events of Monday night. For those on Facebook you’ve already seen the few pictures, but for the rest of you, it goes something like this.
Mark and I headed downtown from Yorkdale with the plan to call Rodimus Mark upon our arrival. Dinner would be at Thai Princess before the RCPM show at the Horseshoe. Sadly, when we got downtown, we realized that Rodimus had given me the wrong number and we had no way to reach him. It was decided that we’d venture towards King and Spadina in anticipation of his call. What we didn’t know is he’d typed my number in wrong and was having the same issue on his side; no way to contact us. This is where fate steps in and, in the entire City of Toronto, drops Rodimus outside a store and into our path along Spadina. Yes, somehow we met one another in the wide city by a stroke of odd luck.
After a very nice Thai dinner (those unfamiliar with Thai Princess should become familiar – it’s across the street from Mountain Equipment Co-Op on King, just off Spadina) we headed to the Horseshoe. As we were a bit early for the show we decided to launch the concert in true RCPM fashion – tequila shots. Mark hadn’t tried tequila before so it was a happy introduction for him. Once inside I met up with some old friends from last year’s show who actually remembered me, chatted a bit, we partook in the available Waterloo Dark, and enjoyed an opening band going by the name We Are the Take.
I ordered up a second tequila shot to satisfy my desire to launch an RCPM concert with a shot of sweet fermented agave. As Clyne strummed the first notes of “Hello New Day” I threw back the silver tequila and aggressively placed the shot glass on top of their speakers. The rest of the night was an exciting blend of great music, rowdy fans, horrific white-boy dancing, and general energy-expelling craziness. All was well.
Unfortunately, given the amount of energy I do exert at the average concert, coupled with only four hours sleep, it’s taken me days to recover. Even now my neck hurts and I’m still tired. But I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
Next up is Circus Mexicus in May 2008. Who’s up for flying to Phoenix, renting a car, driving over the border into uncivilized bandito land and enjoying a weekend of excessive tequila and beer consumption along with RCPM?