Les Couges

Yay Tegan and Sara were amazing! This is them... believe it or not. They had this huge picture of tree stumps behind them which they explained later as being symbolic with the fact that they were playing in a theatre and the seats get in the way. When Sara was introcuing the band members, she had really great stories about them. She said that Tegan was "just some whore that I grew up with and we decided to tell everyone that we are sisters so our records would sell better." When she introduced the bassist, she said that he had put gum in her hair as a child, and that she was friends with his gf, who in turn threatened him that if he did it again, she'd beat him up. The drummer was the guy who lived in their apartment before they moved in. Sara said she kept on getting his mail so they would meet at the coffee shop on the corner for the exchange. This went on for so long that one day, she was like "what do you even do?" He said, "I'm a drummer..." to which Sara replied, "hey, we need a drummer." Sara said the bassist wasn't that important, that you could pick up bassists anywhere and that he was from Salem, that they had just hired him that night. At this point I began to question the validity of the introductions. Then she said that she had lied to us, and she told us what they who everyone really was... but she lied about how she met all of them again. It was entertaining, they were quite funny on stage and treated us to some great music. There were a lot of lesbians at the show... who knew!? A couple were sitting in front of us. They were like 50, one of my friends described them as "trailer trash les cougars." Hence forth, I will always remember them as "les couges"... pretty sure that isn't french for "lesbian cougars" but oh well. What are you going to do?

Overall, quite a fun night. I went with a couple of my friends and we went out for some food afterwards and had a fun night. Good times. It was really great to get away from CP for the weekend. Now I'm back, I organized my room, unpacked (the worst part about going anywhere and coming back), and now I am attending to several mountains of home work. Good times... Classic.