Botz and I drove down to Seattle this weekend to indulge in a bit of Mastodon action at the Fenix, where they were playing with Cursive and Against Me.  The high points of the weekend were

 stiff drinks and, well, Mastodon.  The low points?  Running full tilt down a hotel hallway naked from the waist down, not quite making it around a corner, and hearing a sickening crunch as the last three toes on my left foot connected full-speed with a reinforced corner.  Blammo!  After scrutinizing my fooot, and deciding that my middle toe was definitely not pointing in the right direction, we hailed a cab (a process that took nearly an hour), and headed for the ER of the only hospital in town that would honour our BC medical insurance.

When we arrived, we quickly realized that this hospital was Ghetto (…notice the capital ‘G’…), a fact that was confirmed by both the metal detector and pat down at the admitting door, and the sage words of the guy sitting across from us with a deeply split upper lip: “Thish heeeesh a ghetto hoshpital, maaaan… you should jusht go back to Canada…”.

So we did.

One busted toe, a handful of screams as the doctor re-set the break, and a bruised armpit from my new friend Crutchy McCrutcherson = a very mixed weekend.