I feel creepy. I've really wanted to go up to Canada for a long time, and I only know one Canadian, Smash. So I'm in Canada, and I roll by and know his address for some reason. He lives in the worlds tiniest apartment aparently. I get there, he's not there... so I come in and he follows me in and we do the meet and greet, chill for a bit... then two other people show up claiming to be from Talkbass. They tell me their usernames, and I'm like "uhh, ohhh yeaaah"... n00bs with no avatars... gawd. Anyways we realized there were enough people there to jam. So we head to Smash's enormous jam room that is hooked to his small apartment... some kind of abandoned factory. It ends up, after a few lineup changes, me on bass, Smash on drums, n00bs on guitar. We work out this sweet doomy jam, but the guitarists keep screwing up. So we take a break, and I meet Smash's girlfriend... and for some reason she decides to make a ring for me. She asks my ring size (9 for anyone who is curious) and she proceeds to make me a ring out of silver in a mold she for some reason has. It was very nice of her. Then I woke up. At least I didn't have a dream that I tried to steal your woman away Smash. I still feel weird/nerdy as hell having a TB related dream. Considering I've been on here 5 years and this is my first... I'd say I did pretty good. I'm pretty sure Smash had me play through a Sunn rig... tone of the gods.