Wicked day. Interesting story involing, me, Ann Vriend, Kim Barlow and a washroom. Ask me about it.

I think tomorrow I will go hang out at the Palliser because I have nothing else to do and I like the people watching. Today I met a Swedish talent rep. His name was Alf Olafson. Awesome huh? Even better is that he was in a punk band in London in 1979. He walked up to me and asked me questions I couldn't possibly answer unless I knew everything, and then he started talking to me about Calgary and music and stuff. It was quite the experience.

We missed the jam session, we spent 20 minutes trying to park, spent three dollars for time we didn't use, and arrived a good two hours before anyone else would show up. We ended up leaving before anyone got there because my father is an old fart.

I like this. I think from now on I'm going to get involved in everything I can. Join me anyone?