ECMA day 2- that night

All I have to say is..............Mission one complete!

ECMA Day 2-Continued

Okay, this morning we got up really early because we thought that we would have to start photographing really early.....but not so....we spent all morning and most of the afternoon waiting around for Grant to tell us what the hell we were supposed to be doing. Heather was so bored she said, and I quote, "If I had a gun right now, I'd shoot myself". I agreed. Plus someone ddin't get enough sleep cause I kind of snored really loud last night, hee hee. I think I have sleep apnia, cause my throat was all funny feeling. At least we got to have lunch today, went to some medditerranean restaurant, where the waitress had no idea what we were telling her, and messed up Grants order, haha. But at least the food tasted good and grant paid. But we think that heather may have had an allergic reaction to it. We spent most of the evening at the Casino photographing bands, and heather had to walk like ten minutes through the pedways just to get some effin Benydril, which made her act very strange. i think she actually went insane for a period of time. but it was all made better by being able to see Lennie Gallant at the Roots room, hearing the old familiar songs of last year. But damn those lighting crews that make our life as photographers a living hell!! And make Lennie look like a freakin racoon! And then we spent the rest of the night running around trying to take photos at the clubs around the city but kept running into lighting problems, like the first place which had no lights, and the second they blew a fuse and couldn't get the show lights running again. Plus it took us forever and a day to get a parking place close to the bars, I wanted to just give up. The thing that saved our evening was when Gord Johnson showed up at the SoHo, and actually said hello to us, very surreal but glorious. And then we got to have pastries and tea/coffee back at the hotel to round out our day. A very nice way to end another stressful day, hope tomorrow is much better................please don't litter!!

ECMA Day 2- In the beginning

Alright, after our last posting of the night, we did something a little bit ridiculous. we're stting here in our hotel room and here the elevator so we look out and who else would it be but our good friend Dan dropping of his cards to be downloaded to Dave. So I run out to talk with him and heather runs out behind me, and yes thas right the door closes and we realize we have no room keys with us, big smile. So we have to go down to the ddesk and see if we can get a key back into our room, the man asks if we have any ID on us. We're in our effin pj's, no we don't have ID!! Anyway we get back in regardless. And get a good nights sleep, although it was short. But the day has started off wonderfully with our room service breakfast, they have cute little trays. was so nice, and our server was very polite. So now we're sitting here listening to gord Sampson and writing this. And soon we'll shower and go hunt down grant for some assignments today, oh boy what fun. One last comment before we go though......if the hotel is not going to prvide a comforter on your bed they should let you know so that you can come prepared with one of your own! or give you more sheets for your bed, effin cold! have to have at least one little rant in every posting or it just wouldn't be us............it's the new grip smell!!!!!

ECMA Day 1- Continued

So the day didn't turn out to be entirely horrible, we finally got to go to teh Tribeca and photograph the music of Nova Scotia, and it turned out to be a really great time with some really great acts. It made us feel good, so good in fact that when we got back to the hotel, we went on a stealth mission, seaking through the halls to Grant's room. And slipping anonymous notes to Dave under the door stating "DAVE, Open the DOOR", but alas the door remained un-opened. So we ran back to our room and proceeded to giggle like the little school girls that we are. And becuase we're over tired. Can't wait to get up at seven in the morning, it being almost two in the morning now, lol. Poor dan is probably still out in the field photographing, sucker. The only bad part about this evening was when our ears almost starting bleeding at the performance of Old man Ludecke...yodelling sould be outlawed....along with the banjo, and now it's off to pass out on our beds amongst all the crap from our delegates bags that we dumped out earlier and are to lazy to move..................Mother Tucker's!!!!!!!!!!

ECMA Day 1-The day from hell

Okay so the first thing annoying thing to start off our wonderful day was the fact that we had to pack all our shit up and move it to a new hotel, we packed waaayyy too much to be dragging that around up and down three floors, Thank god for the valet service at the new hotel. Then we decided to head out to the Halifax shopping Centre to figure out where the effin place was so that we could cover a performance out there and the effin lady at the hotel gave us wrong directions and we almost ended up at the bridge to Dartmouth. And to round off our morning, Heather went downtown to take out money at CIBC to help pay for the hotel and like the retards that we are we walked right past it and went into the Scotia Square and walked in a complete circle on the effin pedways to get to the bank, and only when we reached the bank did we notice that the car was parked right outside the window, grrr. And then she couldn't get the money out and had to call her parents, call the company, and go into the teller to find out that she had to go to a different bank, what a mess. So we just said eff-it and went to the hotel. So, we get to the new hotel and heaven forbid there would be parking and make it easy on us. So we go into this pay to park place and I get out and have to go to this machine which i can't figure out to pay for the parking. We walk across to the hotel and find out that, apparently they have valet parking underneath the hotel, so I payed 2.50 for parking we didn't even need and when we drive out of the parking place to take the car to the hotel, you didn't even need to pay cause the effin arm went up as soon as we got close, so i really payed for nothing, soo mad. And as soon as we walk back into the hotel with our stress levels are maxed there is our boss sitting in the lobby, what fun. So we get into our amazing rooms and go to visit Grant to see what the hell we have to start to cover and we get our assignments, everything is cool. Until we get to the venue and realize that the brochure of events says it's at the hotel across the street, so out in the cold we go again, to find out that no really it's at the hotel we were just at, so again across the street in the effin cold and wind. And who else would be there when we arrive but Lennie Freakin Gallant, He's everywhere!!!!!! So after this event we go to pick up our shitty delegates bags and I almost punch out the stupid effin volunteers cause they don't listen to what i tell them, but we do get our bags and passes. And the assholes of the event committee give us "volunteer" passes that say official event photographer, wtf??!!! Doesn't make any sense, we should have all access passes, can't wait for someone to deny us entrance to an event, I'll just knock them out. And everyone is shunnning us for them. Plus I lost my hotel key, on the first friggin day!!!!! We come back to the hotel and get that sorted out and then go to grants room again to download images but instead we find a note on the door that say " Heather+Eryn We are downstairs @ east Side Marios" the assholes went to eat without us!! And when we get down there instead of asking if we want to eat something Grant sends us out to some venue to shoot. and by the time we get there it's almost over!! So we come back and go down to get soemthing to eat ourselves and come to find out, heather's card no longer works so we have no money, ugh. So grant paid for supper even though he doesn't know yet......we charged it to the room,lol. And so we get ready and head out to our second event which Grant told us was at the Seahorse Tavern @7, soo we walked up four blocks in the wind, got hit on twice by an old creepy street man, and the event wasn't even there, it at the Tribeca tonight @9. So on our way back to the hotel we stopped at the Tribeca to make sure it was there. And SO FAR, great enphasis there, that is our tale of unfortunate events today. The only redeeming part of the day was when we were coming back across the pedway ffrom the Delta Barrington, the bass player of Two Hours Traffic, Andrew?, actually acknowleged us and said hello, the one nice person of our day. So thank you Andrew, cause otherwise we would be hiding out in our hotel room wanting to go home right now. To be continued.............PIRATES!!!!!