Apr 14, 05
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a shoe story
A good friend of mine won tickets to a Fashion Show downtown to see Tribian Fall/Winter 2005. We assumed it was going to be in the evenning so i was able to attend (worked 9am-4pm). Turned out the show started at 12:00 noon and it was downtown at the Scotia Bank Studio of Dace on Grandville and Davie St.
So im in a rush to find someone to cover my shift. I pick up my pay cheque @ 10:45am and head over to pick up Jessica and head downtown @ 11:30am, stopping at the bank on the way to cash my cheque. Anyone who is a customer of Bank of Montreal, i feel sorry for you. These banks are impossible to find. After 2 calls to 411 information we find one right accross from MetroTown only to find that the bank that issued the cheque is the only bank that can cash the cheque. 1st GRRRRR of the morning. Then we drive downtown to the Royal Bank because Jessica has direct deposit and she can get instant cash. Waiting in line for 20 min with a bank that feels like your in Hong Kong, it was over. I had $430.00 cash in my hand. 12:10pm we were on our way to the show. We arrive at 12:17pm only to get in shit for being late. Apparently All these years that you thought fashionably late was an appropriate excuse, ITS ALL A LIE! because cutting straight to the route, if your late for a fashion show, YOUR RUDE! anywas, 23min and the show is over. Next designer at 3:00pm. we get out into the lobby and ask about our invitation. Turns out that being invited to a fashion even, "civilians usually have to wait standing room only, after the designers invites, then you can sit if there is any room." 2nd Grrr of the morning, this chick was a bitch, i was so insulted that we had both missed work, gone out of our way to come downtown to see this show, only to be whipped off as 'civilians' Jessica and i were both polite, said thank you and left. FUCK THAT SHIT!!! we bought spray paint, baseball bats, glue and fucked that place up! -j/k thats what i wish we did! We decided that after all that, we're both dressed to the 9's, lets shop! and buy some lunch...considering we paid $8 to park until 6pm. We go to the rock shop, i spend $25 on a t-shirt, then we go to various other botiques and shops and we get up to the Grandville core and I buy a pair of John Fluevog Shoes that i have ALWAYS wanted $270 for a sling back sandle style shoe.(attached) then we walk next door and enojoy a well deserved sushi Lunch. Now that we are so far from the car, we walk back to move it closer to Beat Street on Hastings. I park accross from the Ampsterdam Cafe cause the plan is getting me a couple records then smoking a HUGE blunt before we make our trekk home. I buy a couple DnB white label tracks, a John B remix of Manson (hahaha) and Dizzee Rascal Showtime-what i originally was going to buy. They didnt have MIA much to my dismay, but i listened to a lot of other records before Jessica proved to be the most unworthy record shopping partner! lol I bought my records, and on our way to the Cafe, i stashed the records in the back of my car, switched into my NEW AWESOME SHOES and dropped an extra toonie into the meter. Smoking a Blunt in the Cafe, looking a bongs, bought a coffee and a muffin and just laughing about our day. We were putting on our coats and Jess was just finishing her coffee as we were getting ready to run accross the street and make our way home in the pissing rain when what do i see going accross the front glass door.... MY CAR ON THE BACK OF A TOW TRUCK!! OMG! i freaked out, i was like, "FUCK! Thats my Fucking Car!" i ran out of the cafe in histariks, even forgot my purse! I started chasing the truck up the street screaming! after i knew i couldnt catch him i see a cab in the road, empty and i jump into it screaming"Follow that purple car! Turn Right! NOW! NOW! GO!" the fuckin hindu turns around yelling, "No! No! Dis is Not your cab! Get Out! Im picking someone up!" "i was still telling him to follow my car" "finally it was out of sight. I had no money on me, not even my purse and Jessica was still in the Cafe. I got out, and ran back to the cafe. I Grabbed Jessica, (we are both FRIED btw) and i go to where i was parked. 21 min left on my meter. Another Tow truck pulls up to tow away another car that was infront of me. Washington Plates on that car. I was crying and freaking out, i didnt even know my lisence plate number. The guy was a Fucking ASSHOLE, the worst that they come. This guy was a proffessional DICK. he would only give one of us a ride to the yard and blah blah blah. I descided to stay with Jessica and think of a plan. we ad $15 and no car. if only i didnt buy those fuckin shoes that are on my feet. i would have had enough money to get my car out of the impound. We walked 8 blocks in the PISSING RAIN to the skytrain, new shoes=un returnable. We got on the skytrain making many phone calls along the way. Finally getting home and having my mom drive me back out to Vancouver to get my car. What a fuckin day. I know this could belong in the punching bag, but really, this is all because of not being able to help myself spend all the money i had on me. I would've been better off getting robbed. Although a funny twist to this story, i was more pissed off that i had to wear my new shoes in the rain then my car being towed. We laughed the whole skytrain ride home, Jessica even called the beat and told her story saying the tickets were a curse. And oh god, these shoes, i really do LOVE THEM, and now i have an awesome story to forever remind me. Thanks for reading. 
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