My friend Draper and I went to Chicago, Illinois over the weekend to meet the Trailer Park Boys
at a fan screening of “Swearnet: The Movie”
. We were excited as fuck to hang out with our heroes, even if it meant a seven-hour ride on the shitty Mega Bus with tons of obnoxious fucks.
After the screening of the movie the Trailer Park Boys were so fucked up on liquor I was afraid we drove all that way and wouldn’t get an autograph and picture with them. Luckily, Draper suggested we butt in line, so we did.
The first thing I did was walk up to Patrick Roach (Randy) and put my arm around him for a picture. He was too intoxicated to be very friendly with me and it didn’t help that I was nervous. He rather oddly looked at the picture I wanted him to autograph, but went on to say “I’ll sign it” to Mike Smith (Bubbles). I’m not sure what he and Mike were going on about and I doubt they would remember anyway.
When I reached Bubbles he was leaned against the wall with his head down, fucking drunk out of his mind. I gave him my photo to sign and tried to talk to him but he was too smashed to really know what was going on. It was actually kind of awesome, though I wish I had gotten to talk with him.
Next we tried taking another picture with the guys. It was not easy because they were all so drunk and wandering about. I had no idea how to pose for the photo because it happened so fast and ended up doing the dumbest thing possible.
Next I walked up to John Paul Tremblay (Julian) to get an autograph. I have to say, Julian was cool as fuck; even cooler than he seems like he would be. He was like “how’s it going, man?” and we shook hands like brothers do. He asked if I had a pen so I handed it to him. He thanked me for coming out to see them and I thanked him as well, making sure I told him how awesome he was. I told him thanks as he handed my photo back and he said “no, thank you, man!” Robb Wells (Ricky) and I made eye contact and he walked up to us. I told them we drove seven hours to see them. Ricky thanked me and said “that’s awesome!” Finally, I got the balls to say that I’ve been watching their show for a long time. They said “that’s great!” and that they had some awesome stuff coming out next year. I nervously spouted out that I can’t wait for season eight. Ricky signed my photo and I patted him on the shoulder and said “see ya later, Ricky”. Then we parted ways.
I wish I could have hung out with them longer but there were way too many people waiting in line. Overall, it went pretty smoothly and was a great experience meeting my heroes. I am glad that I wasn’t a super annoying fan like most of the rest. Draper and I were just two real dudes looking to meet our favorite television stars. We did it. Mission accomplished. It was a long trip but well worth it. I am actually sad the Chicagotrip is over. We owned that city for one night. The only thing I don’t miss is being cramped up on shitty ass Mega Bus for hours at a time. Fuck off, Mega Bus, you greasy ass bastard.
Thanks to Robb Wells, John Paul Tremblay, Mike Smith and Patrick Roach for a memorable night that went down in the books. It was truly a night for men to be men.