Van Halen’s Mascot is a House Sheep

At this point, if you’ve been with me for awhile, it’s probably no secret that I married a bit of a rock star. If you’re just joining the readership (which has grown exponentially in the past few days — THANK YOU!!!), then I’ll fill you in here and here.

Either way, the story I’m about to tell is wild.

After the fateful night at Bogey’s Pub (referenced above), Steve started attending band practices, with his co-worker/David Lee Roth counterpart, on Sunday afternoons. Because, as we all know, the Sabbath day was created to be kept holy and wholly rockin’.
He would usually leave the house around 3 and come back in time for dinner and relaxing with me before the busy work week started again. But two days ago, everything changed.

David Lee Roth threw BBQ ribs into the mix, inviting me to come along, to eat and be groupies with his girlfriend. I was so in.

We headed out around 6. I’d never been to David Lee Roth’s house before, but by the time we got there, I was truly lost. Langley City is crammed with houses, townhouses, apartments and the like, but outside of it, there’s just acreage after acreage with ranchers and mansions and grids of endless streets. If there is such a thing as the “middle of nowhere” in the city, this was it.

DL Roth lives on a farm with a fancy gate, and since he wasn’t home yet by the time we got there, we waited outside for awhile. This is where the legendary Keith Urban/Miranda Lambert/Don Henley/Anastasia soundtrack mash-up would come to be born.

Finally, everyone showed up and we were let inside the gate. My jaw dropped. There was a pond with ducks on it, while goats and sheep roamed freely in the yard. It was such a call-back to my childhood that I experienced rosy-eyed nostalgia for a brief moment.

And then I entered the house.

Soon, it became clear that I was in a den of porn and horror.

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Only a BB gun, I realize now, but it was HEAVY and had a SCOPE. We could still be murdered with it.

 

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The real David Lee Roth being sexual in the corner.

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Nice Victorian portrait, right?

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Tilt your head to the right and think again.

Of course, I don’t have pictures of the actual porn, but let’s just say that the phrase “graduating magna cum laude” is a punchline I don’t ever want to see again…

So yeah. This is where my husband goes on Sunday afternoons. Not weird at all.

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60% hardcore, 30% terrified, 10% I don’t even know.

Here’s the thing though: once I realized that I wasn’t going to die here, these people were really interesting, and I wouldn’t hesitate to hang out with them again. They’ve all taken way too many substances, but they have stories. In many cases, it was that they survived to tell the tale.

Like the bass player who was in Hyder, Alaska in 1991 (where my mom is hiding out from the Apocalypse, ya’ll) for his 23rd birthday, got drunk, stole a horse, got bucked off, and then had someone stop by in a truck and say, “If that was my horse, I’d shoot YOU too!” before peeling out.

Or David Lee Roth’s girlfriend, whose son died in a car accident 9 years ago, and she still feels like it happened yesterday.

Or David Lee Roth himself, being told “Hey man, love your voice!” by Gene Simmons, or doing a floor-laying job on Hastings Street in downtown Vancouver and having the floor cave in beneath him to reveal two skeletons. Not bodies, skeletons. And it’s still not known how they got there.

Steve and I laughed, gave each other weird looks, and ate an ungodly amount of BBQ ribs at 10pm like teenagers.

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Shit shit shit. Mushrooms on my blog, mushrooms on my blog. Must…cleanse…

 

And, of course, there was rock and roll.

 

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The only porn I need.

But WAIT. I am saving the best part for last.

After we ate the ribs and jammed and packed up the gear, I met someone.

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This…is Eve.

Eve is the house sheep.

I repeat: The Van Halen Porn Farm has a HOUSE SHEEP.

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She eats, in the house.

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She makes Steve feel uncomfortable, in the house.

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She baa’s majestically during selfies because she is precious and perfect, in the house.

So basically, from now on, my Sunday afternoons are booked. No shame in my Sabbath game, friends!

What’s the weirdest house you’ve ever been in? If you could have any house creature, what would it be? Did I write the word “porn” too much today?

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8 thoughts on “Van Halen’s Mascot is a House Sheep

  1. BAHAHAHA. Steve looks profoundly uncomfortable in that picture! and those ribs look sooooooooo delicious…… salivatingggggggg….
    In other words. This was F*CKING AWESOME.

    • THANKS A F*CKING LOT!!!! ❤

      HAHAHAHA He was SOOOOO uncomfortable. He nearly ran away when he accidentally touched Eve's tail and it twitched ferociously because she's so ticklish. I was delighted!

      The ribs were amazing. Maybe the next time you come visit, we can expose you to THE BAND PRACTICE.

  2. Bahahahhaaa! In honour of Eve… I haven’t had that much fun (or education) reading a blog in ages! Love Steve’s purse! And he thought Eve was the bigger issue! I wish I was younger and lived closer, so we could hang out more (that includes Laurie too, fyi!).

  3. I love that your purse (I assume? I mean… no judgments here) is in front of the husband in that sheep shot 😉 And I love the sheep! Ah, so cute! And the caved in discovery of skeletons, what! How damn creepy. They were beneath a floor? Like in the earth or within the construction of a building? Dark, so dark…

    • I’ve learned that when Steve grabs my purse, that’s his signal for “I’m done and would like to go home as soon as you can possibly make it happen, please.” But I wasn’t ready to leave Eve, and I could NOT pass up a photo opportunity like that!

      Oh no…those skeletons were buried within the construction of a building in downtown Vancouver. It was in the news and everything. But our friend who had the unfortunate discovery of them was only labeled as “the floor layer who found them,” and was never approached for comment, haha. I think he’s still a little bitter. But who wouldn’t be?

      • I’ve had my name left out of the newspaper before, and yeah– I was bitter! Wow, that’s crazy… buried WITHIN the construction? That is some shaaaady biznass!

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