Second band was a group called BlindRace, and hell, I didn't know what to make of these guys. I wanted to like them, but they couldn't seem to make up their mind as to whether they wanted to be Creed or Sepultura. I'd like them for a bit, then get a distinctive Creed vibe and I could see that although I may enjoy them now, they were probably destined for Creed-esque future suckitude. And the singer came across like a rather mysogynist douche of Scott Stapp/Chad Kroeger proportions.
And he kept touching his crotch while he was singing. All. The Fucking. Time. It's distracting as hell. After the show I went up to him and told him "Good set, but you need to stop touching your crotch when you sing." He laughed at this and said he couldn't help it and without considering the awesome double entendre I said "Yeah, I imagine it's probably hard." He then proceeded to try chatting up T. and I we were just like 'Eep, okay let's get out of here.'
The headliners, Goldie Luxx I found fairly unimpressive. I think the singers vocals threw me off. They weren't laughably bad like the previous band, just kind of didn't do anything for me. Maybe I'm just getting old, who knows.
On the way home we stopped at the King Road truck stop for gas and coffee and some guy in a Corvette came up to us and was trying to sell my friends car parts (They're both Neon Racing enthusiasts and do a lot of customization to their respective vehicles). Out of nowhere, at a gas station at 3:30 in the morning. Totally random.
Then between the south end of Barrie (you know the place, where all things good and pure go to die) and roughly Horseshoe Valley road we were being tailed by a douchebag in a giant pick up truck who was, I don't know, trying to goad E. into racing or something? Slow down until we pass him, then zoom past us, then hit the brakes and slow down until he was beside us again, riding along side. At one point I wondered if the jackass was going to try and run us off. It was pretty scary. A couple of times he pulled over until we passed him, then would speed up to pass us again.
Finally we got up right behind him to take down the licence and call the cops. I guess he figured it out because soon after that he got off at Horseshoe Valley Road. Some people.
So with that segue, a quick update on the car buying situation. I put a deposit down on a 2007 PT Cruiser, after much deliberation and meeting with more car sales people than I could ever possibly want to. I plan on having a giant bonfire with all the business cards and brochures that I've amassed over the last couple of weeks.
|New wheels-to-be. Tentatively named Petey.|
Then i am motherlovin' CAR-LOAN FREE!!
So, I tend to anthropomorphize my cars (previous vehicles being Bessie, Lurch, Betty and Mabel the Sable) and my friend suggested the name Petey, relating it as a tribute to another friends late rabbit. I didn't quite get what that had to do with anything. Being the quick one I am, it took me a full 24 hours to make the connection