We finished playing rather early in Denver the other day. So, George and I headed out to grab some lunch from a nearby bar. As we approached Brooklyn's Grill we realized where exactly we were walking into. We went through the front doors and out onto the patio and there was no doubt about it we had definitely been here before. In 2006 while on the Warped Tour the two of us wandered over to the very same bar on a day that felt shockingly similar to this one. However, the two days ended rather different.
In 2006 George and I were a lot thirstier. We enjoyed some afternoon pitchers (like 8) and one thing led to another. We woke up the next day in a small town in Montana and shook off the cobwebs. We had lunch at Ponderosa and tried to connect the dots as to what exactly happened the night before. All we were really sure about was we made back to the bus in one piece. So, we assumed everything was fine.
We returned to the hotel where we were harshly greeted by our tour manager Stu. "Well look who it is" he said with all the condescension he could muster. We both took it as a bad sign and pressed him to fill us in on some of the foggy parts of the night. He let us know that for a solid portion of the evening we refused to wear shirts. He told us I was dancing with a girl that looked like a female wrestler (WWF's Cyna), and in the end we were asked to leave because we had taken 2 tiki torches out of the ground and were waving them violently at Billy Talent.
This time we just had club sandwiches and left. Luckily we were not recognized by the bar staff.
deja fucking vu!
wade.
