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Things start out a little off. We get to the university a bit later than expected because my roommate got trashed the night before and wasn't packed. But, we get on the bus just fine and keep on moving. The trip was pretty uneventful. People sat around and talked. The concert that night was good. Everyone was pretty xcited. Our billets were fantastic. misguided, Mike and I watched Street Fighter and drank. This would mark the last night any of us would really sleep that well.

As far as I can recall this was another uneventful bus ride. We get to the high school we're performing at and get set up. Here we find out that there is no piano and that the power cord for the keyboard they've given us is broken. So... yours truly does a fancy hack job and everything works just fine. The concert goes off without a hitch and we're packed up to the billets. And holy shit... do things go downhill from there.
The Billet From Hell
We're standing around waiting for our billet to show up and in walks this behemoth of a woman. Easily 400-450 lbs... food stained t-shirt... gut hanging out over her trackpants. The only thing going through my head is "please for the love of god don't let her be my billet..." Oh yeah... my billet. We head off to her house. Along the way she warns us that they have animals and the house is a bit of a mess. Okay. Fine. I've said that about my house before. Maybe it won't be so bad. We walk in the front door and all you can smell is piss. We're introduced to her husband who is in his late 50's, smokes and has maybe six teeth. We do everything in our power to get the fuck to bed. Mike and I end up drinking a fair bit just to sleep. Mike doesn't end up sleeping. He sits awake in a chair the whole night because his bed has stains all over it. I barely manage to sleep. The place is so fucking cold... There is formaldehyde in the bathroom. I shit you not. There are handcuffs in the closet in the room that Mike is staying in. We flee first thing in the morning. misguided fakes sickness to get out early. Thank fuck.

We get back to the high school we're supposed to meet at and... the bus we're on is broken. So we end up sitting around for a few hours waiting. Now, you may be asking yourself... what do you do in a Fort Nelson high school parking lot at 9 AM while you wait for a bus to get repaired? Well, in our case... you drink. A fair bit. I yelled at a gym class. Mike swore at a kid in a Calgary Flames jersey. Good times...
The bus ride is a bit fuzzy. I slept a lot and spent some time recovering from the morning. Watson Lake was actually pretty nice. They have an amazing sign post forest there. People bring sign posts from their home towns and put them up on sticks. There are posts from all over the world. It's amazing.
Can't remember the specifics of the concert here either... This marked the first group sleep. We were all put up in the community center. I didn't sleep very well at all.

I switched from one bus to the other to hang out with carla. Again... bus ride. Not terribly exciting. The church we were singing in was just amazing. The acoustics were beautiful. The potluck dinner that was provided was the best food we'd eaten since the tour began. And they had wireless internet for me to steal! I was able to check my email quickly and send messages to some important people. I did NOT check my SG in the church. I'm not that big of a douche. Good concert. Another sleepless night on a gym floor.