let's see... i had a GREAT weekend again!... i love this city and im so happy i moved back.
I went out friday after work and hooked up with some buddies. We went to see and actor friend of ours play at this weird venue right next to the 'green room". He was realy good... kinda like eddie vedder signing dave mathew songs, not my thing but at least he didn't suck. i hate lying to people after a performance with that whole " that was greeeat" with a fake smile.
I stayed on the couch all day saterday... I felt guilty hiding from the sun cus I could use a tan. But who cares, I was a little hungover and i didn't want to see people.
The fireworks came on at 9:30 over the Jaques Cartier bridge... you can see them from my balcony. They were particuraly spectaculer that night and it managed to inspire me to hit the streets looking for some booze and some people to laugh with. That not to hard in MTL. I walked to St-Laurent on Ontario St, passed the 'just for laughs' festival, which was packed,... it was really uplifting, i felt like a million bucks in a poor mans pocket.
Once i got to St-Laurent, I walked into Pistol and sure enough, there were 3 groups of people that i knew. I sat down with one of them and played musical chairs untill 12AM and i headed off down the road
.... ahhh "Miami", gorgeous "Miami".... i think it's where the word dank was invented. It looks like a place Bukowski would go and get kicked out of and they'd let him back in the next weeks if he had the cash.
I sat at a table with a heinekin and a pack of smokes and before i knew it there were 6 people with me, friends of mine that knew were to find me. We laughed and sang tunes for a couple of hours before we started getting ichy for a toot and then it was back down the street with my entourage and a grin on my face.
St-Laurent St is so full of diverce people on a saterday night you have to see it to believe it. You've got Italians in they're fancy clothes and shiny chains and the hip hop guys in large intimidating groops, goths and punks begging for change and pounds of trendy people trying to look cool. Buisness men in suits are drunk and flirting with the plethera of hotties looking for a rich guys guys to buy them expencive champain. Artzy types sitting in cafes drinking their 6$ cafe-latte-mocka-jamoka-crappa-crap-crap and reading Yeates and Nietzche shake their heads at the american tourists that pass by with white socked ignorance.
The street is New York busy as me and the troup go and get our treats and we bob and weave our way to 'cafeteria'. We do our buiness and order a couple of drinks. I hate tecno so i didnt stay long.
Realizing i had spent way too much money, i desided to go to 'bueno notte'. I know all the bartenders there and they give me free drinks which at this point is very very good.
God damned line up. I coulds see it in the distance. I guessed 20-40 people.
Luckily, as i walked up to the line the manager saw me and scooted right in. I love that look on peoples face when that happens, especialy when in wearing flip-flops and ripped jeans and a T-shirt that i slept in and they're all decked out. It's even funnier that they pay 7$ a drink.
The rest of the evening was finished off on the barstool, chatting with the beautiful ladies keeping my glass full. Their smiles, like sunshine in the dark loud room, teaming with sweaty dancing debutants and decadent debochery.
The lights came on and revieled the truth. It was time to go.
I didn't realy want to home, so i headed over to a buddies home after calling him. We had beer and gin and finished of the gear i had. At 7 AM I headed off down the road for the 45 min walked home. Drunk and stoned and utterly content. Tired and ragged and feeling alive.
The streets were quiet then and they were closing up St-Catheren St. for the sidewalk sale. In a couple of hours the street would be a river of shoppers and people watchers. I would be asleep dreaming of next week when my Myriam comes back home to me from her 3 weeks in France...
ya... I had a great weekend
I went out friday after work and hooked up with some buddies. We went to see and actor friend of ours play at this weird venue right next to the 'green room". He was realy good... kinda like eddie vedder signing dave mathew songs, not my thing but at least he didn't suck. i hate lying to people after a performance with that whole " that was greeeat" with a fake smile.
I stayed on the couch all day saterday... I felt guilty hiding from the sun cus I could use a tan. But who cares, I was a little hungover and i didn't want to see people.
The fireworks came on at 9:30 over the Jaques Cartier bridge... you can see them from my balcony. They were particuraly spectaculer that night and it managed to inspire me to hit the streets looking for some booze and some people to laugh with. That not to hard in MTL. I walked to St-Laurent on Ontario St, passed the 'just for laughs' festival, which was packed,... it was really uplifting, i felt like a million bucks in a poor mans pocket.
Once i got to St-Laurent, I walked into Pistol and sure enough, there were 3 groups of people that i knew. I sat down with one of them and played musical chairs untill 12AM and i headed off down the road
.... ahhh "Miami", gorgeous "Miami".... i think it's where the word dank was invented. It looks like a place Bukowski would go and get kicked out of and they'd let him back in the next weeks if he had the cash.
I sat at a table with a heinekin and a pack of smokes and before i knew it there were 6 people with me, friends of mine that knew were to find me. We laughed and sang tunes for a couple of hours before we started getting ichy for a toot and then it was back down the street with my entourage and a grin on my face.
St-Laurent St is so full of diverce people on a saterday night you have to see it to believe it. You've got Italians in they're fancy clothes and shiny chains and the hip hop guys in large intimidating groops, goths and punks begging for change and pounds of trendy people trying to look cool. Buisness men in suits are drunk and flirting with the plethera of hotties looking for a rich guys guys to buy them expencive champain. Artzy types sitting in cafes drinking their 6$ cafe-latte-mocka-jamoka-crappa-crap-crap and reading Yeates and Nietzche shake their heads at the american tourists that pass by with white socked ignorance.
The street is New York busy as me and the troup go and get our treats and we bob and weave our way to 'cafeteria'. We do our buiness and order a couple of drinks. I hate tecno so i didnt stay long.
Realizing i had spent way too much money, i desided to go to 'bueno notte'. I know all the bartenders there and they give me free drinks which at this point is very very good.
God damned line up. I coulds see it in the distance. I guessed 20-40 people.
Luckily, as i walked up to the line the manager saw me and scooted right in. I love that look on peoples face when that happens, especialy when in wearing flip-flops and ripped jeans and a T-shirt that i slept in and they're all decked out. It's even funnier that they pay 7$ a drink.
The rest of the evening was finished off on the barstool, chatting with the beautiful ladies keeping my glass full. Their smiles, like sunshine in the dark loud room, teaming with sweaty dancing debutants and decadent debochery.
The lights came on and revieled the truth. It was time to go.
I didn't realy want to home, so i headed over to a buddies home after calling him. We had beer and gin and finished of the gear i had. At 7 AM I headed off down the road for the 45 min walked home. Drunk and stoned and utterly content. Tired and ragged and feeling alive.
The streets were quiet then and they were closing up St-Catheren St. for the sidewalk sale. In a couple of hours the street would be a river of shoppers and people watchers. I would be asleep dreaming of next week when my Myriam comes back home to me from her 3 weeks in France...
ya... I had a great weekend
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filmme:
I do wish for this as well... but its almost guaranteed...
oracle:
ya I was at a 'strip club' in Calgary...all the girl did was stand on stage, in one song got naked, rolled up a poster and had people throw money in it to get a 'free' poster...it was a joke, there weren't even any girls working the floor. I was with people going on this is great I love it here..I was like what you fucking retarded and told them about Ontario and then about Quebec...