Guanaco Taco of a Month

I kind of maybe a little bit disappeared . . . oops.

But, HELLO AGAIN

It’s October . . . 6th. Oh, shoot, that reminds me, Happy Anniversary to two thirds of my parental unit! October 6th also means that it’s been almost a month since I last posted. Considering probably no one reads this I’m sure no one cares, but if you are reading this, and do (thanks!), sorry.

So, I thought I’d come back with the highlights of my September because there were some pretty messy days last month, and it’s good to focus on the good (wow, great adjectives, Mariah).

So far October has been pretty bright, and on the whole I’m feeling a fair bit more positive.

In the middle of September the Chan Centre hosted a concert by Chris Thile and Edgar Meyer, which I attended. Thile is heralded as one of the utmost mandolin players in the world, and Meyer the same, but double bass. Needless to say, it was wonderful.

If you’re at all interested, they recently released an album together, which you can sample (and even purchase) at www.thilemeyer.com

Just a week later I attended my first “real” concert at the PNE Forum, Die Antwoord. They were super wild and energetic, and I don’t really know how that night could have been improved upon. This concert was the place to be if you wanted to sample the weirdest people of Vancouver and surrounding areas.

Die Antwoord is the kind of music I like to listen to when I’m about to go out on the weekend, or if I’m driving somewhere, rather than on my own during down time. If you’re thinking of checking them out note that they’re a bit NSFW and provocative, but it’s not to be taken seriously.

The last highlight of my September was the discovery of guanacos:

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This discovery may actually be the highlight of my year. They are like llama 3.0s, and their name rhymes with taco. What could be better? Seriously what?

So, yeah, just going to leave you with that.

Pretty fantastic, hey?

Hopefully I’ll be back a bit sooner next time.

 

 

 

Grasses Never Greener

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There’s a lot to contend with at UBC for someone so unexperienced with the city, such as myself. My first day of classes I spent almost completely lost. The campus is quite the labyrinth, and I was most definitely late for my first two classes – oops. The tardiness led to me having to sit in a seat with freshly spilled coffee on it in my first class; I think I’ve officially redefined the “pick me up” aspect of coffee after having the scent trail behind me for two hours.

Luckily, I got to end the week with the AMS Backyard BBQ. I had purchased tickets as soon as possible after receiving an e-mail from AMS that listed We Are The City in the lineup.

We interrupt your regular programming to provide you with a brief illustration of the situation:

*receives and reads e-mail while en route to UBC via Highway 97*

*screeches and calls boyfriend immediately making sure that tickets will be bought*

*hangs up and faints*

Ok, so maybe the fainting isn’t exactly accurate, in fact, I think my dad gave me a hasty lecture on long distance calls right after I hung up, BUT ANYWAYS

I’ve been pretty excited to move here, not only because of school, but because Vancouver is host to a lot of concerts that I’ve been seriously missing out on. As in, I’ve only been to festivals, and have never really seen a band I chose to see, more so attended the festival and discovered bands I’ve come to enjoy. So, this was a pretty big deal, and it ended up continuing to be a big deal. I was lucky enough to purchase a vinyl copy of We Are The City’s most recent album at the BBQ (can I get a heck yeah for We Are The City for varying from the mundane black vinyl and pressing Violent onto translucent vinyl), and get it signed. Shoutout to my boyfriend, Dylan, for buying the tickets,  and getting the drummer Andy’s attention.

Needless to say, I had a pretty fantastic night Friday.

Thank you, AMS, for including We Are The City in the BBQ lineup; We Are The City for having some awesome musical creations; and Andy for your kind words! It definitely improved my first week; rather than remembering damp dresses, and scrambling to class, I can relive one ridiculously great night.

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