After Meat & Bread, we stopped by a few places that I had never checked out before on previous Vancouver trips. I was finally able to check out the popular Beat Street Records store. The place seemed more like a museum now that vinyl was not as popular as it used to be. There were only a handful of people in there looking at record labels and record covers. And, no one talked to each other over the faint music playing in the background. I searched for some Canadian artists that I used to listen to: K-OS, Choclair, Kardinal Offishall, and The Rascalz (The rapper I talked to last night, Red-1, was part of this crew). All those artists had vinyl in stock that made me reminisce about all the Hip Hop that I used to listen to in High School and College. We slapped a UTT sticker outside and made our way to the hotel.
We took a brief rest at the Vancouver Lookout Tower. The view from the top allowed you to see the beautiful harbor, and all the city buildings (including where the Canucks play on the other side). We took some awkward selfies and group shots, typical tourist stuff. We took one more look before it got dark, and finally got back to the hotel to rest before we partied on Saturday night.
We contacted a friend to get into Shine Nightclub in Gastown. We waited in line for about 30 minutes in the cold. We saw the amount of people heading out of the club, so we contacted our good friend Angelo to see if he could get us into Fortune again tonight. His answer: "FUCK YEAH!" So, we went into Shine for a good 20 minutes to use the bathroom. The place reminded me of home with all the DJ Mustard produced tracks that were playing in the main room. We went into the other room to say what's up to our friend that got us on the list at Shine. This room played all Old School R&B. We found our friend and we took a shot of Jack Daniels with him. We checked out the main room one more time and headed out the club to look for a cab to Fortune.
The cab dropped us off in front of Fortune around 1 A.M.. The security guard asked to see the text I got from Angelo so he could let us in right away. The security guard smiled at the "Fuck Yeah!" text that Angelo sent and let us right in. The room was just as packed as last night, and Angelo sent me a text to head to the same bar near the stage. Beautiful ladies, Red Dragons, and Red Stripes all over again as we partied on stage with him and his friends. This time we stayed until the music stopped, and we took a cab to Fritz to make it three nights of eating poutine in a row. I decided to try the bacon this time, and Gerald used ham. The results were still amazing.
