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Trevor Cameron
The Metis Dance of Doom!
Eagle Soar, Eagle Soar!
This is an actual account of working the coat check of an un-named
Metis dance. People’s names have been changed to protect my butt.
Let me take you back to a time when the World Wrestling Federation
was real, girls were a mystery, and my fight with acne had just begun in
earnest. That’s right, the mid-eighties. This is my story of the night I learned
about love.
I was working the coat check at yet another local Metis dance. That was
one of the many jobs that I did. I would stand at the door behind a small desk
and hopefully get a few tips from drunks as I doled out their coats at clos-
ing time. Sober people never tip.
I was working with my friend who was a great artist and he donated
some drawings of eagles for the door prizes. In actuality my mom bought
them off him and donated them. Naz and I, Naz is the name of my friend,
sat at the door and watched the mostly drunk people dance and flirt with one
another.
Since we were very sober we took particular notice of ‘drunk dance.’
You know; beer in one hand and stagger, stagger left, stagger, stagger right
and spill. Then repeat until you fall down or the music stops.
The night was half through and I had one of my ESP moments. I knew
that this night was going to hold some strangeness. It was time to give away
the door prizes. Naz was thanked by the attending Metis council and the
prize was awarded to this real drunk biker type Metis. He wore a Harley
Davidson shirt, the kind with white sleeves that went all the way to the
elbow and brand new boot cut, black levis. He also had this huge moustache
that covered most of his face. He staggered to me and Naz holding the pic-
tures of the eagles in his hands.
I feel I have to give you some back story on the pictures in question. I
found a picture of an eagle on an american courier envelope and Naz had
one National Geographic with a picture of an eagle in it. Those were Naz’s
post haste inspirations for these two naturalistic drawings.
The drunk moustache face looks us over and starts telling us about
how true these pictures were.
“Hey man, yer a great drawer man, cause I rode with eagles man! Yah,
I rode with them everywhere cause I'm a biker, man!”
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The Metis Dance of Doom!
Eagle Soar, Eagle Soar!
This is an actual account of working the coat check of an un-named
Metis dance. People’s names have been changed to protect my butt.
Let me take you back to a time when the World Wrestling Federation
was real, girls were a mystery, and my fight with acne had just begun in
earnest. That’s right, the mid-eighties. This is my story of the night I learned
about love.
I was working the coat check at yet another local Metis dance. That was
one of the many jobs that I did. I would stand at the door behind a small desk
and hopefully get a few tips from drunks as I doled out their coats at clos-
ing time. Sober people never tip.
I was working with my friend who was a great artist and he donated
some drawings of eagles for the door prizes. In actuality my mom bought
them off him and donated them. Naz and I, Naz is the name of my friend,
sat at the door and watched the mostly drunk people dance and flirt with one
another.
Since we were very sober we took particular notice of ‘drunk dance.’
You know; beer in one hand and stagger, stagger left, stagger, stagger right
and spill. Then repeat until you fall down or the music stops.
The night was half through and I had one of my ESP moments. I knew
that this night was going to hold some strangeness. It was time to give away
the door prizes. Naz was thanked by the attending Metis council and the
prize was awarded to this real drunk biker type Metis. He wore a Harley
Davidson shirt, the kind with white sleeves that went all the way to the
elbow and brand new boot cut, black levis. He also had this huge moustache
that covered most of his face. He staggered to me and Naz holding the pic-
tures of the eagles in his hands.
I feel I have to give you some back story on the pictures in question. I
found a picture of an eagle on an american courier envelope and Naz had
one National Geographic with a picture of an eagle in it. Those were Naz’s
post haste inspirations for these two naturalistic drawings.
The drunk moustache face looks us over and starts telling us about
how true these pictures were.
“Hey man, yer a great drawer man, cause I rode with eagles man! Yah,
I rode with them everywhere cause I'm a biker, man!”
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