Tiny little storytime since I'm not quite up to typing everything out just yet (it was a two day affair) but I promise it and the photospam are coming.
I look like crap here but I don't even care.
I met up with a fellow fan at the Vancouver show and we decided to wait out back after the show, hoping to catch the crew before they left for jolly ol'. Her brother waited for a bit as well as a couple other groups (including Lola and her spiffy crew). As time went on and it seemed all hope was lost most everyone had left. By about 1am it was just my friend and I, a couple of gals from Calgary who joined our congregration, and three people standing far away who never introduced themselves (mistake on their part as the above happened). By this time, thanks to sugar, lack of sleep, and general fangirledness, we were like kids dizzy on lemonade. Suddenly my friend says 'Hey, Mike'. Knowing full well who she meant my head whips around and lo' and behold it's a certain Mike Fielding. He paused for a moment, smack dab in our group, said hi (while someone else was telling him he needed to hurry), and even allowed for one picture. I actually do feel kind of bad it was one with only me in. If I'd known his time was as short as it was I would have done a group picture or something. Still, it's super nice of him that even though he was in an obviously big rush (our giddieness blinded us to the slight rudeness of stopping him, I suppose) he paused to greet us. He actually looked a little surprised. Like "What the hell are they still doing here at this hour? It's long after the show".
We were lovin' life, sir. That's what we were doing at that hour. In a back alley, near the bins. A turkey suit or god damn chicken boy may have been involved.
Yes, I still need some sleep. I've slept less that 5 hours the last couple nights and I just can't do that anymore. My brain can't deal at my advanced age (of nearly 29 >_^).
