Picture five overgrown metal heads moshing, stomping and yelling along with a tiny girl and her ukelele playing Bruce Springsteen for the second time that night, cuz once was not enough. You are picturing what was quite possibly the apex of the SuperfuntastiTour. . . Although we did skinny dip in a creek, witness some unfortunate fool getting thrown through a plate glass window, survive our time with No Name, and discover Emerald County Smoked Meats.

We rolled into Vancouver early on 7-7-7 and set out to destroy the town by means of rock. After flyering and drinking the spiciest ginger ale ever invented (Blenheimís) at Moxie's pop shop, and bumping our kickass jams at Mermaid Music (Rose I took a picture for you) we decided to go slumber with the dead. Uni took a run around the headstones while P3 tried to find a non-sacrilegious place to pee. Eat at Blind Onion Pizza. You can't miss it, it's right next to the cemetery.

The 15th Street Pub is a way sweet joint, however their PA is unequipped for the P3 rock and roll stadium rock power sound. Ding! Uni played first, wetting their appetite for destruction and promising a brilliant encore after donning her roller skates. Ginger Hustlers played their instruments on stage and Hannahís Field played songs of weed and meditation, gypsies and mermaids and Jah!

Steve's Tiny Drum
We really liked that Hannah of Hannah's Field handed out instruments for the audience, although Steve's tiny drum left something to be desired. However, Steve was amazed at what he was able to accomplish with his tiny drum.

The Pants set was perhaps the most stadium rockenest it's been yet. The drunk lady was dancing (more to follow, as Uni won't let it go) and Scott and Gillian arrived in the nick of time to much rejoicing! Oliver set a new course record, circling the entire bar twice ("one and a half") times during the final chorus of "Stay In School." It most indeedily was a School Night. Uni came up for two more songs and an encore, dedicating "I'm on My Way" thusly "This song is dedicated to the lady who said I look like a wannabe Dorothy of fucking Wizard of Oz on RollerSkates. . .Donít be jealous bitch." Which cemented uniís victory and made her a rock and roll McDonald superstar. Her grand finale ìDancing in the Darkî resulted in the aforementioned possible apex of the tour. This night sealed all of our places in CouvWa lore.

Scott and Gillianís Studio Apartment

Since we didn't let drunken buffoonery or filthiness stop us before, tonight there was no way we were going to let the "modest" size of this lovely couple's apartment stand in the way of our Sleep Train (Eat it Mancini). Since P3 was able to cover every square inch of their bedroom / entire apartment, Uni's choices were the bath tub or the back porch. She chose the back porch to practice the art of being homeless. Now weíre on our way to Seattle and we havent bought jerky in 24 hours. We're thinking of moving on to donuts. . .You know, for health reasons.