I don't know what to expect when we come home from our upcoming six-day jaunt to Vancouver and Seattle. One very confused Ramona, I assume. Although she may remember me. They always seem to remember the one who feeds them and cleans their litter box, don't they? Even the intellectually-challenged ones.
It's going to be quite the epic adventure, this jaunt to the coast, and one that will have to serve as birthday, anniversary, and Christmas gift for the foreseeable future. What started innocently enough with a sigh of oh look, Eels is playing in Seattle on the Thanksgiving weekend snowballed into five nights, two countries, and not one, but two, concerts.
I'm very excited to see the reincarnation of James at the fabulous Commodore Ballroom on Thursday night. Hopefully frontman Tim Booth is still rocking his legendary whirling durvish stage moves, although being a little more prone to movement-induced vertigo myself these days, I will certainly forgive him if he prefers to remain motionless. My record tent buddy and I are going to try to find one another in the crush of James-loving fans. Record tent secret handshakes will prevail.
Then it's a land-crossing to Seattle in the morning. I've not made that drive before and am really looking forward to what I expect will be a stunningly beautiful drive. But if it turns out to be 2 1/2 hours of strip malls and MacDonalds signs, I may just be driven to cut a bitch.
Even though I don't expect to find any turkey dinners available in Seattle on Canadian Thanksgiving weekend, I am surprisingly fine with missing out on the noble bird. An evening with Eels (complete with a BLIP and FB buddy meetup) and the possibility of hanging out with our favourite Seattle family will drive all thoughts of crispy golden fragrant poultry right out of my head. Mr E just better not have any new songs about roast turkey though, or all bets are off.
There will be a whole new adventure awaiting us a couple of days after we return home, putting proof to the adage that it does not in fact merely rain, when pouring is a distinct possibility. I will fill you in on the details later, but for now I will tell you that I will be experimenting on an unsuspecting group of local bloggers and a few hearty souls who were willing to travel in order to test out the beta version of what I hope will be an annual celebration of us blogging types.
BlogCon (beta) will be hosted at my humble abode, but in future incarnations I hope to hold it in various cities around the continent, and to open it up to anyone who wishes to attend. The focus of this inaugural BlogCon will be Wordfest, which is conveniently taking place in Calgary at the same time, but we will also try to jam in as much music, conversation, food, exploration and collaborative creativity as time and energy allows. My hopes are that BlogCon will become an annual meeting of adventuresome bloggers, a chance to enjoy each other's company, to explore new cities, to share ideas and new experiences, and to open up space for creative synergy.
And you are invited.