For @loscabossticks, a #badgig story.

So, it starts with one of the coldest weekends in a February in New Brunswick. One of those weekends where it was too cold to snow. On Friday, we left our home base in Oromoncto, and headed to Newcastle, over the lovely bouncy roads, and made it to the bar with only minutes to spare. All the gear on the truck (everything except guitars and the drums) was ice cold and we had no time for proper set up or sound check before go time. The gig went ok, but most people ended up leaving before 3rd set was over. The old Ford Ranger we were using had a bad gas gauge, which showed a 1/3 or 1/4 tank, but in fact was empty. While idling and loading, we of course ran out of gas with no jerry can. We did find out that a bottle of gasline deicer will move said Ranger almost a full KM ;)
Gassing up we chose poorly to go out to the highway instead of back down the bumpy wreck of a road we came up. This lead to using more gas than we'd thought. I had to pull over in Moncton for a nap and more gas, and the guys in the truck soldiered on down the road. I woke and continued on, and found the truck pulled over, my guitarist/singer and sound guy shivering inside. They'd run out of gas about 30 min before, the sound guy's cell with only enough juice to get a hold of the guitarist's step dad to come rescue them. Since my little Civic was packed to the gills with gear, I couldn't even sit them in my car with heat till the step dad got there. I took off to try to unload and get a gas can in case his step dad couldn't borrow a car (we had his truck, only vehicle he had then) but when I got to the house, the guitar player's girlfriend was sleeping and even though effort was made, his rottweiler just didn't quite get the concept of unlocking the door.
As I was heading back towards them, they passed me on the way back. We were all relieved to be getting back to the house and the forced air heating and the beds, until we got there and the guitar player's girlfriend informed us that the oil had run out around 1:30am. The house was not much warmer than the truck had been, but at least we had blankets while we waited for the emergency call to the oil truck to get there. When he finally got us filled, he ran off the side of the driveway. After about an hour and a half we managed to have stuffed enough random lumber under the wheels to get him out. At this point, we had about 2 or 3 hours to sleep, shower, eat and change to get ready for the trip to St. John for Saturday night's gig. I think all was well for Saturday's gig, but we fell asleep watching South Park or Venture Bros within minutes of getting back that night ;)

(This may or may not have been the trip where a Yorkville speaker managed to bounce itself off the back of the truck and shatter on the road.)

(Also, forgive my grammatical, structural, and any other errors, it has been a long day and this is the first time I've ever written this story down :) At least Firefox has a spell checker)