Water Frontin'

Yesterday was a day of the highest highs and the lowest lows possible. We started out our day by the alarm clock not going off, but it wasn't really a big deal because we had plenty of time to catch the train. Actually, our alarm didn't go off, but the girl's beside me did. I awoke to London Calling this morning, which was fairly awesome. After that we had lame breakfast (cold toast and flavorless cereal) and then ran off to King's Cross. We hopped our train, transferred in Cambridge and then were in Norwich, which is not as small as it sounds. We went in search of the venue, but got sidetracked by a movie theatre. It was only 3:00 so we thought we would have plenty of time to watch a movie, eat and then get to the concert on time.

We went to The Other Boleyn Girl (which rocked face) and in the movie they mentioned a duke of Norfolk or something which is funny because that is the county that Norwich (like Sandwich) is in. When the movie was out it was around 5:30 so we thought we would find the venue and then look for some food near it. We looked, and looked, and looked and couldn't find The Waterfront anywhere. I asked a local who was a douchebag. He was all, "You're not going the right way at all. You have to be going to the water. You know, Waterfront!" He happened to be going in the direction of the water so we kicked back for a minute and then ackwardly followed behind him for the duration of the walk. I was secretly sending him bad ju-ju. Anyway, we were getting close to the spot where we got lost when he popped back out of nowhere and gave us proper directions. We eventually found the place (around 6:45) but we never found food.

As we were walking to the doors I heard a voice. Lo and behold, Josh Ritter was sitting (no word of a lie) about ten feet from where we were standing, talking to some local kids. Squee. We sat down near-ish them but I couldn't hear what they were saying, just the gently lull of Josh Ritter voice, which was totally enough to make me forget about my crazy hunger.

When the concert finally started the opener was CRAZY good. Dawn Landes was her name. Rocking my face off was her game. There was her and her drummer in the band. They were such an odd pair, but they were really good. Kind of folk country, which is apparently what I go for these days. After her Josh Ritter took the stage and it was pretty much the same show as in Regina. Disco, villaneous moustaches, awesomeness.

Josh Ritter started telling a story about when he was on tour in Canada and Aimee and I whooped. Then he said when he was driving through Regina, and we both screamed. He said, "You guys are from Regina?" To which we replied, "YES!" He said, "Oh, well it's about a million degrees below and everyone says hi." To which I replied, "Thank you for relaying the message." To which he replied, "No problem."

AHHHHHHHH!

I think we completely threw off his game though because he never did finish telling us his story, he laughed and finished singing his da da da da's. However, instead of singing da da da da he sang da da da Regina da da da. At the end of the show he threw a pic and he landed at the feet of the people in front of me and I was totally going to grab it, but the women in front of me saw it first.

The show ended pretty early, so we thought we would be able to make the last train, but we missed it. The next train came at 5:30 in the morning, so we spent all night in front of the seedy train station. The following scary things happened:

- A Ukranian guy kicked some other guy in the chest and he fell back on his head and then rolled over his head onto his stomach.
- A man came running out of the alley without a shirt on and said some guy had beaten him up and stolen his jacket. Then the police came. After they left the Ukranian guy came back with an extra jacket in his hands.
-Some creepy guy who had a 2 litre bottle of cider told us he just got out of jail and was going to give it to some girl tonight with his big you know what.
-Also it was so fucking cold I thought I was going to die.