April 1, 2014

Originally from Windsor, Ontario (which smells like gravy) John rocked out in a bunch of punk rock bands before moving to Winnipeg in order to make it 1000 times cooler.

One of those bands was called Sewing with Nancie which was a band that one of my ex-boyfriends happened to be obsessed over.

He was from another smaller Ontario town and had also moved to Winnipeg and was super into punk-rock and used to make me listen to Sewing with Nancie as we drove around in his Kia Spectra so naturally when I found out this weird connection my brain went like this:



But anyway.

I didn't meet John through my ex.

I met John how you meet all of the best people: while drunk and at a large social event with friends.

I was at the Winnipeg Wine Fest with Tyrone and my regular posse and he was there with my friend whom he was dating at the time.

Somehow between being outrageous and slamming back teeny glasses of wine we found ourselves skulking around port table together and (naturally) a friendship was born.

Since then we've had a plethora of ridiculous experiences which include but are not limited to:

romping in onesies
going on road trips
having inappropriate moustache parties
drinking beers in a giant blanket fort
eating KD on Pope's Hill watching the sun rise at Folk Fest
hanging porn up in other people's tents
curling in a bonspiel
skating and drinking SoCo
meeting a freaking astronaut



and a million other random, amazing things together.

It kinda goes without saying that he's one of my favourite people in the world, and I think I can safely speak for Tyrone and say that we both feel really lucky to count him as a friend.

So happy birthday, John.

May your synths always be poppy,
your leggings always be outrageous,
and your life always be full of good coffee, good beer & good times.

xox

yr girl Shaner

---