TOUR DIARY #15: NEW YEAR'S 2003
DAWSON CITY
What a place!! I don't want to leave. That was the best New Year's ever! I played hockey for the first time on Bear Creek, I let a sled dog named Reuben pull me over the frozen Yukon River on a pair of skis, I DJ'd for the first time and I got to play with Carolyn to boot!
We brought our friends Calvin and Paul up to play with us as well. We flew into Dawson on these small planes with no heaters. I'm not to used to that surreal type of cold so I passed out for an hour on Paul. It was most cryogenic. I was the exact same age when we landed, but everyone else was an hour older!!! Ohhhhh, spooky!
We checked into our hotel, called Bombay Peggy's. Wow! Easily one of the the most comfy and friendly hotels I've ever stayed in. It used to be the Dawson City brothel (well, the main one anyway). Sexy! A really sweet lady named Wendy runs it. There's a framed pair of historic underpants hanging on the wall that were found inside one of the walls of the building when they were setting up to drag the whole place across town to its current location. I had many, many restful nights there. Wendy let me take the entire can of cocoa up to my room. Bless you Saint Wendy!!
The night of our show we had a long rehearsal beforehand, so I decided to unwind before going on stage with a bath and a movie. I made the unwise decision to check out "Shakespeare in Love." It had won many Oscars, so logically it should suck. It did. It was such a donkey, I fell asleep on the bed and missed Dom's band called "The Support Group." I woke up to a phone call from Paul saying it was time to go on. Blast you Gweneth Paltrow you blanched WASP! You bored me into another cryogenic state. This one took an extra hour off my life, however. (I have since forgiven Gweneth, because I really loved her in "The Royal Tenenbaums." Wasn't that Christian of me?)
The show was so much fun, everyone danced. I accidently got drunk on champagne. I don't know how, I hate the stuff, but I couldn't get enough of it. I was a New Years Eve monster. Calvin and I DJ'd until the wee hours. Miss Carolyn boogied her velvety butt off and Paul romanced every woman in Dawson twice. Dom and Fred decided to take me to a party around 6 am, but we didn't stay long, because the guys then decided to take me back to the hall and play me their set since I missed it. They forced me to play drums. I was terrible, I was quite drunk, and besides that I had chocolate on my face from one of the many deserts I ate while loaded. It was less than dignified, but very fun.
The next day I was hungover. I deserved it. Everyone knows better than to drink champagne! All the guys came over and we got some pizza. We watched "Babe" (the pig, not the baseball player) and I wept through the whole thing. The weeping made me exhausted and so I slept off the rest of the day.
I sure was sad when it was time to go home. I had to stay the night in Whitehorse, alone, because everyone had already left to do another show. I ate bad pizza in my hotel room and watched the "Paul Lynde" biography. It felt wrong without Miss Carolyn.