3 days ago I was sure I wasn’t going to be alive long enough to lose my East Coast of Canada virginity. Last year’s ol’ plane crash in the Yukon really ruined my relationship with flying and I can’t help but feel absolutely certain every plane I board is doomed to go down in a blaze greater than the Tenerife airport disaster of 1977.
Against my irrational fears, my flight on May 22 from Vancouver landed safely in Montreal where Miss Quincy & The Showdown‘s trusty Vangina was waiting with an empty shotgun seat. From the airport we hit the highway East for an 11 hour drive to Moncton and our new New Brunswick home, Plan B. Plan B is a bar straight out of the best sitcom you’ve never seen and the folks who run & frequent it are so wonderful we’re stopping by again next week on our way back West.
The Vangina taking a rest at the Motel Express somewhere on outskirts of Rivière-du-Loup, Quebec.
Singing Bob Wayne‘s Love Songs Suck at the Couche-Tard on the Quebec/New Brunswick border.
Outside Plan B, our Moncton home sweet home.
Inside Plan B, our Moncton home sweet home.
Cody, Plan B’s official Lifeguard on duty, updates the chalkboard in between helping patrons drown in beer.
Pre-show Miss Quincy gets down with a little office work before undergoing her miraculous nightly transformation to stage hot.
Miss Quincy & The Showdown kicking raunchy rock n’ roll ass.
Miss Quincy & The Showdown let their inner superheros show.
The ever-rare real bed – Moncton boudoir at Chez Lifeguard Cody.
You know what they say, a band that stretches together stays together.
Shari “Packmaster” Rae loads the Vangina for the drive to Fredericton.