We met up with some friends from work at one of their places, and had a few drinks and some snacks before heading down to Granville Island. One of the fun things about being a grown-up is putting a sophisticated, daring edge on the things once loved as a child. Like the old classic "ants on a log" snack. Subsitute dried cranberries for the usual raisins, use all-natural peanut butter, and you have a modern, edgy version: Fire Ants on a Log:
Eventually, we made our way down to the Fringe Club, in time to catch Mr.Q's first set, with the folk-rock trio The Gentle Infidels:
Which was great, if a bit intense and depressing. But really, it was great. A brief interlude, some good conversation over the appalling hip-hop house music, some very questionable porta-potties...and we got our eardrums blasted by Mr.Q's second band, The Feminists:
The Sock really enjoys the Feminists:
Jelaina enjoys The Feminists, blogging, and her wine:
We finagled a ride home at about 2:30 with some neigbours (Mr.Q's van being a little overloaded with gear...humph) in their Yaris. Which was the catalyst for a lot of pirate-speak, in preparation for International Talk Like a Pirate Day this month. (Taking our YARRRn home in the YARRRRRis. I'm not sure the driver thought it was quite as funny as we did. I can't imagine why.)
I think Mr.Q had more fun than anybody else last night, though. See? Sweaty knees!