I woke up after 12 P.M., and took my time to get dressed. Ronnel and I got a text from Gerald saying that he would be on his way to Vancouver, and he would be here around 3 or 4 P.M. if the border agent lets him in. Gerald would definitely be flagged before coming into the country too if I got hassled because he was with me last time they gave us shit at the border.
Ronnel and I decided to look for some hangover soup. We Yelped for Ramen, but we ended up at a spot that was permanently closed. So, we yelped for soup one more time and ended up at a tasty Pho restaurant next to Japadog.
We walked back to the hotel, and Ronnel decided to use the gym while I updated this blog. I got a knock at the door, and it was Gerald. He arrived a little later than he mentioned earlier, but being late wasn’t important. He mentioned that the border agent gave him shit, but he made it into Canada. Time to party!
At night, we walked over to the Vancouver Convention Centre where a friend was working the Red Bull booth. A good amount of people dressed in warm clothes came to check out the Red Bull Illume Exhibit. Various photos of extreme Red Bull-like stunts were presented in tall bright lit frames scattered next to the 2010 Winter Olympic Cauldron while Hip Hop instrumentals played in the background.
We said goodbye to our friend working the booth and headed to Fortune Sound Club. I hit up our friend Angelo about getting into the club earlier. This would be our second night partying with him, but at a better venue. He mentioned that there would be an after party with the same DJs as well, so we tried to pace ourselves with the drinks.
Fortune would be the spot I would go to on a regular basis if it was in Los Angeles. They booked all the artists that I would be interested in seeing. Tonight, they had Devin The Dude perform before the club started. We waited for his performance to end so we could get into the club, and I saw some rappers from my Hiphop childhood about to walk in. Kool Keith was in the place, and even Sticky Fingaz from Onyx was about to walk in. The one rapper I was surprised at seeing was Red-1 from the Rascalz. I had all their albums, and quite a few singles on vinyl. I was able to chop it up with him later on in the night at his booth, and it turns out he runs a cannabis clinic now called Red Med.
After running into Red-1, and throwing down a number of Red Dragons and Red Stripes, the night fast forwarded to the afterparty with Hoodboi and Falcons at an undisclosed location down the street. It was not the typical industrial warehouse party we have in LA. This party was held at an abandoned office with grey carpet everywhere. The booze flowed from the small bar, the music was cranked up to the red, the lights flashed to the beats, and once again it was time to hit up some poutine at Fritz before they closed.