Ode to the Weekend of DANGE

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The 'Weekend of DANGE' was as epic as the 'Summer of Love'... well if you factor in time compression and number of people affected.


I must say this about Ange and Dan- these two are a 'no holds barred' kinda couple. Often times in a relationship, in various situations, partners will slide into roles...for example: taking turns partying. When you go out drinking or partying with a boyfriend or girlfriend there is an unwritten rule that one of you should stay lucid enough to ensure that you both get home. (When you are single this is not an issue as you don't worry about getting home -Sidebar: this is way more fun). So anyways, back to Ange and Dan... so if you have a couple that both really likes to party it can be a contentious issue as to who will board the train to total inebriation, loss of bodily functions and brain activity...and sometimes, it is simply a race to see who can get there first and the loser has to back down and buck up.
In the case of the ‘DANGE’ these rules do not apply. There is no backing down. That's what I love about them. They will both go out as hard as humanly possible, and if we are really lucky we may be party to a little team barfing...


Friday Night: Honey
Song of the evening: Wolf Like Me - TV on the Radio.

The only down point in the night was the early departure of the weekend's stars as Dan decided to pound drinks immediately upon arrival could no longer feel feelings nor remain standing. It is really incredible to watch a person's transition from good times to completely inebriated as if a switch has been thrown.
The weekend’s fun didn’t end with threatening comments such as, “We are not here to make friends Ange” –Daniel Webber; nor did it end with a dirty sock assault - Ange Feehan. These two rallied and the second night was as epic as the first.


The Royal Unicorn Cabaret –a setting out of a Quinton Tarrentino film and appropriately the new Saturday night scene of choice was less full than usual as most of the hipsters and scenesters were at the Girl Talk Show. The early closing time of the Unicorn -a definite negative factor, lead us to find a worthy after party. Tracey and I were both minus an earring from the raucous dance party but we were all game for an adventure. Our crew embarked on a somewhat sketchy trek down Hastings Street in search of a cab that would take all five of us. After a bit of a debacle at Hastings and Main, involving myself, Bradley and a lucky homeless person we found a taxi and were on our way.


The after party was pretty cool. Recipe for success: A big empty room, a rad DJ, and lots of fucked-up people. Fashion highlight of the evening was Tracey’s new friend Nick, who was sporting an ‘Unsolved Mysteries’ t-shirt.


The party was only starting to get going when Vancouver’s finest decided that the time for illegal night activities was over and flashlights in hand funnelled us to the exits. We milled about outside in a vain attempt to find another party but nothing seemed to materialize. We did bump into Alan Cumming, guy from Spiderman (I can see why he plays rather dark roles as he is just plain eerie). The Dange had had enough by this point and were wisked away by the number 20, whilst Brad, Trace and I decided to join some people we met on the street and go to an after after party in Yaletown. The after after party was another unique experience and by this time it must have been around 4 am. I must say that the best part of the after after party was when Bradley and I shared a dance to Spoon. Have I mentioned that I am in love with Brad and Spoon- because I totally am.


When we got back to our place at 530, knowing that we had to take the Dange to the airport at 630 we decided to stay up, have a hooka and create a cd of night inspired songs for the drive. We were pleasantly surprised to find Ben asleep on the couch when we returned to my place and he was game to have an early morning hang out with us.

So that pretty much sums up the weekend of the Dange.
What fun!