The Dawson Creek Years

SnH complains that I don’t talk about her enough (read: at all on the site) and Stveryone else has a great nickname, why can’t she … well my friend I haven’t found the perfect nickname yet but this post is dedicated to you.

SnH and I met while living in residence in our first year of university. Her first memory of me is after arriving at a club the first week of school and one of the girls we were at the club with asked “what should we do” and my response was “I don’t know about you, but I’m gonna go get a beer.” That, she claims, was when she knew we should hang out. We had a lot in common; we were both small town girls who always wanted to live in the city, beer drinkers, smokers, a bit brash, and unwilling to put up with bullshit.

That first year we had a great routine Tuesday nights we (and our regular posse) went out to the pub for a few pints, Thursday nights we would get blind drunk and dance at the biggest dive on campus, Friday night we went to the clubs, or stayed in and experimented with “fun”things and Saturday night we took it easy going for one or two beers (read pitchers) or stayed in and watched movies. As parents always say … some of the pest years of our life … But this is not a story from our rez life, this is the story of how we tried to meet and ended up stalking Joshua Jackson.

It was the summer between second year and third year and I had come to the city for a visit. It was a hot day and SnH needed a break from her roommates, so she and I decided to have an afternoon pitcher of beer. It was a hot day in July and the beer was going down really smoothly so we ordered a second pitcher. I got up to go to the bathroom and I noticed two guys playing pool. Much to my shock one of the people playing was Joshua Jackson from Dawson’s Creek.

Dawson’s Creek had premiered that fall on the WB and SnH and I were obsessed with the show, I was a Dawson fan and she was a Pacey fan, so when I came back from the bathroom I could barely contain my excitement for her. I told her to go to the bathroom and check out the guys playing pool. She did and when she came back I thought she was going to jump out of her skin with glee.

For the duration of the second pitcher we tried to devised a plan to meet Mr. Jackson. We thought about trying to win the pool table, giving them the eye on the way to the washroom hoping he or his friend would take an interest in one of us or the most direct route - I would just walk up to him and tell him my friend likes him. We chickened out on all fronts but noticed as he left that he was headed for the hotel around the corner. With two pitchers of liquid courage flowing through our blood stream we paid our bill and headed towards the hotel.

Once at the hotel we called his room to let him know that we were on our way up to the bar on the top floor of the hotel. The operator connected us to his room and we proceeded to leave a message detailing our plan to have a drink at the hotel bar and we hoped we would see him there. Two fancy (and expensive) hotel cocktails later we were pretty sure he wasn’t going to show up so we decided we should leave and go to a local pub where they had some food (which we were in desperate need of) and cheaper drinks.

As we left the hotel we did think it was important to leave him one more message telling him that we were leaving and going to the local pub and should he get the message he really should join us because we are a lot of fun and this specific pub was a great place to go while you are in the city. I can’t remember if we had any more to drink that evening or if we ended up going home and passing out cold

For about two years after that incident I kept thinking I would hear Joshua Jaskson retell this story as the last time he checked into a hotel under his own name while on Leno or Letterman. I don’t think that ever happened, but I am pretty sure that he started checking into hotels under a pseudonym right after that stay.

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