So a funny thing happened to me. I got an invitation in the mail. It was for a press conference that took place at 4 am at an unmarked warehouse in Vancouver. I had never been invited to a press conference before so I didn’t really know what the protocol was but I mean…4 am? Warehouse? really? it just seemed a bit-dramatic.
but that was just the beginning. Lucky me!
The next morning there was a knock at my door. Usually I would have pretended I was asleep until they went away but I thought maybe it was Justin Bieber coming to give me a morning kiss so I put on my silk robe and giant sunglasses and headed to the door. When I opened it there was no Justin. Just a giant box with a big pink bow. My initial reaction was that I was being punk’d but then I said to myself..
“that’s ridiculous Peter….they stopped filming Punk’d years ago”
I picked up the box and brought to my room. Inside I found a pair of buffalo platform shoes, a neon orange faux fur jacket, fishnets and a baby t that said “Backdoor” along with a card that said “See You Tonight!
I had a mix of emotions. I loved the clothes but was worried why they were being sent to me. Surely this outfit was meant for Joey or Berlin. That and “BackDoor” could only mean one thing: Matt Troy
Matt Troy is like one of those little plastic balls you get from the 25 cent machine. It bounces into the room out of no where at incredibly speeds and if you don’t stop it it’ll destroy everything in sight. Hard and unpredictable yet just charming enough that you just cant stop playing. I always got the vibe that he would steal my drugs, fuck my boyfriend and then somehow convince me and everyone else that I screwed HIM over. Now that’s magic.
So Matt Troy is having a press conference at 4 am at some warehouse and I’m supposed to dress like baby spice to attend. Thats normal. I hope I still have my drug dealers phone number.
about an hour later I was grabbing a coffee when a headline under a stack of newspapers caught my attention. All I could see was LOCAL PROMOTER. I pulled down the other papers and nearly spit out my coffee when I read the entire headline
LOCAL PROMOTER RUNS FOR MAYOR
It suddenly all made sense. She’s gone full Trump.
TO BE CONTINUED…
Move to the big city. The lights are brighter. The people are cooler. The parties are better. You can become famous in the big city. You can get a super trendy drug addiction and get really drunk and throw things at people. It will be amazing. Everyone will talk about you. If they don’t just drink more, wear less and go out every single night. Its a no brainer. Anyone can do it. Save all your money for cigarettes and peroxide. You have to be blonde. You have to be skinny. You have to be on every guest list. If they don’t let you in then tell them they’re ugly. Everyone has to know who you are.
You just HAVE to live downtown. You absolutely cannot leave the West End. And don’t even think about changing your group of friends. Yes I know they’re assholes but its kind of a package deal. Who is gonna kiss your ass if you don’t hang out with them.
Sobriety? I DONT THINK SO MISSY! Fine you can do one month sober. So what if you like it, its not realistic to never drink again. Yes I suppose you can quit smoking. The wrinkles are getting pretty deep. You’ve looked 30 since you turned 23.
About last night. Yes I know. Heartbreaking. Maybe you should get new friends. Maybe just a couple. I guess moving to East Van isn’t the worst idea. Its so far though. Whatever, just move to east van but there is no way in hell you are ever going further than that.
Don’t get Grindr. There’s no point. No one wants to fuck you. Ugh I cant believe you’re creating a Plenty Of Fish account. That is so tacky. What if someone sees you on there? Are you actually going to admit you want a relationship? Omg you already have a message! Oh he’s cute. As if you’re gonna go on a date with him. Oh god. I guess so. Just go, whatever. YOU CANT BE IN LOVE WITH HIM! YOU JUST MET HIM! WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOURE MOVING IN WITH HIM? OH GOD THIS IS JUST RIDICULOUS.
Ooooo I love this place. Never thought I would live in Gastown. This is literally the exact place you dreamt about as a teenager. There is no way you are EVER leaving this place.
WHY THE FUCK DID YOU GET A DOG? WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU WAN TO RUN A MARATHON? WHY DO YOU KEEP GOING TO THE SUNSHINE COAST? THIS IS GETTING RIDICULOUS! GO DO SOME COCAINE AND HAVE A THREESOME LIKE A NORMAL COUPLE.
Don’t even go there.
There is no way in hell we are leaving Vancouver.
I will always live downtown. I will always be the same. My desires will never change. Move to the big city. The lights are brighter. The people are cooler. The parties are better.
Omg I love it here. Its so quiet. I love having a backyard and a car. I feel so free. There is no way I am ever leaving. Don’t even think about it. This is the Palm Springs of Canada. I’m never leaving.