Spookey Ruben SUCKS

28.05.2009

I caught my rideshare with Nafis, Alan and Imad at the Greyhound Station. Not exactly the most convenient pickup place, but it was OK.

We just drove straight until we got to Toronto. It was about 10:30 ish when I got there. Nafis dropped Alan off at Scarborough Town Centre, and Imad and I went to Yorkdale, because apparently it is closer to downtown.

So, I called John and he was about to go over to see some band I had no idea what it was. OK, fine, I will meet you there soon.

I tried to call Eugene, to no avail. I had written the number down wrong on my paper, ugh.

So I met John and his friends at The Gladstone. I even got there before them... two subways and two more streetcars, and I got there faster, nyah to that.

Some strange art-rock band was onstage and nobody wanted to hear it except me. Soon, I didn't even want to hear it, so I joined everyone else in the karaoke part of the venue. That was also terrible.

Lisa is really into this Spookey Ruben band, but no one else really knew what it was. So, whenever they came back onstage, we all went out there and tried to dance around to it. But it was just terrible.

They tried to revive the show by throwing processed cheese slices and bringing dancing Ukrainian ladies out on the stage. Still terrible.

At the very end, one of the band's biggest fans got dressed up like an owl and danced around. It was so pathetic I had to get a picture of him. Sorry Spookey Ruben, I hate you.

Spookey Ruben on the phone