Shit I completely forgot that on Friday night I went to see a Canadian Football game! Daz had been on about it for a while and seeing as he’s leaving next week (I think) this time seemed like the ideal opportunity.
We scored tickets through the Hostelling International (HI) trip, well actually Daz phoned me and asked if I wanted one but I thought I’d ask Yuki if she wanted to come first but she had to go to one of her friend’s parties so by the time I phoned back he’d already bought them and I had to phone up separately and got the very last one they had! (Deep breath.)
All was well though because his tickets were S103-105 and mine was T103, so one row behind in the same section. It was quite cool because we met up with the other guys who were heading down in a bar an hour before we had to leave so we had a couple of beers and a get to know you chat beforehand. It transpired that I was sitting next to our tour guide – a standardly crazy and enthusiastic Canadian chick – which was cool because she was getting involved with the crowd cheering and stuff. Over excitement about any small thing that happens seems to be de facto in American, or should I say Canadian, football, so she helped in rising to the occasion.
The game lasted for like 3 hours, but the time seemed to pass pretty quickly inside. The stadium is a giant indoor dome held up by air pressure, and when we left there was a very stiff breeze coming from the turnstiles and exit doors!! They have loads of random stuff that goes on in between plays, quarters, and halves like cart racing, people dressed up as coffee cups, the “felions” – team cheerleaders, yeah baby, firing mini footballs out of a fluffy subway sub, carrying giant sandwiches across the pitch, you get the picture, maybe :)
Apparently it was a pretty big game cuz they had the top section of the stand open, and there were like 35,000 people there, but the stadium has a capacity of some 60,000 so it was by no means full. Still, the atmosphere was pretty good, and the home time emerged as the 27-18 victors, or something like that. On the downside, pints inside were $7.50 a pop, and that’s not even for a full pint of flat, warm Molson Canadian – the Carling of the Canadian world. The queues were mental all game long too.
After we left the stadium I was feeling pretty hungry, as by this time it was after 10pm and I’d only eaten a couple pieces of toast and a couple of KFC snackers (which I had to queue for an inordinately long amount of time to get – fast food my ass) that were measly and unappealing, to be fair. We headed to a bar called Dix, which was quite akin to the Brewhouse in Whistler, but ended up just buying beers and feasting on the free monkey nuts (and then discarding the shells on the floor, which is apparently normal but made it look like a disaster area)… Our party comprised myself, Daz, his friend Phil from Whistler, Phil’s travelling companion Jim, our mutual friend Claire, and a Scottish girl called Anne who was leaving the next day and we just bumped into during the pre-game meetup.
We got tired of this bar pretty quickly because there were 2 bartenders to serve what seemed like half the crowd that had poured out of the stadium, so after a couple we headed down to the tried and tested Cambie. We were going to buy some pizza on the way but got distracted by the girls climbing on the tanks outside the army barracks (or army something) so somehow forgot. Me & Daz left the rest of the group to their horseplay and focused on the priorities at hand. We got a pitcher in and two portions of chips in the Cambie, but Daz had to escort the rest of the party in through the hostel back door so they didn’t have to queue, which left me to mind our space with the service number on a table full of, well, alternative types.
Soon after Daz got up this crazy dude who was clearly absolutely wankered came and led on the bench next to me. I was in two minds whether to get involved in conversation with him but had only made it to the hello stage when Claire came to the rescue. Unfortunately though the most normal member of the group started trying very hard with her so I had to wait for the chips to appear, then for Daz to come and claim his, before I could bail.
After escaping that scenario and devouring the pile of food I was feeling pretty full, and two pitchers later I physically couldn’t fit any more beer in! It was at this point that Daz noticed some rocker type guy who was also wasted had been quietly tucking into his/our third pitcher which was sat on the table behind us, but after a brief confrontation we decided to let it go :) then Daz put his pint down on the same table whereupon two guys who were having a play ruckus flew onto the tabletop and knocked Daz pint to the ground. I think this rattled him a little bit from the call of, “FOR FUCK SAKE” that went up afterwards :) but that’s understandable right? I thought it was some message to me that more beer wasn’t meant to be, so despite the fact that some hot 19 year old was giving me the eye I decided I wasn’t in the right place, physically and mentally, to stay at that point, so I headed home! On the way though I stopped off to pick up a couple slices of $1 pizza, as by this point it was almost 2am and I was worried what the consequences would be if I didn’t line my stomach with something else, and miraculously woke up the next day feeling fine! The game and all the ensuing results came out over $80 but hey, you only live once. Or at least that’s what I’m going to tell the credit card company.