Magic Piknic

Olivia Newton John said it best : "You have to believe we are magic... nothing can stand in our way".

Today, after barely 5 hours of sleep, I put the S in speed and headed out for Île Ste-Hélène, crossing the Eiffel-engineered Jacques-Cartier bridge to happiness. 12$ parking and good vibes hit me as soon as I got off my car.

The beats were nice; as often as I've heard Trevor Walker in Ottawa, he wasn't the same here. Stéphane Cocke & Miguel Graça were also on duty, and the girls were pretty. One girl in particular, sporting tight army pants, was very promising, as I had spoken to her two weeks earlier. She finally left with another charmless man, ruining the day.

The music was okay, and a magic moment is to be remembered : during Alexkid's "Don't Hide It", the rain started pouring on the dancers and the crowd went crazy. It lasted for a while but finally stopped short, a few moments before the end of the last song.

I just LOVE piknic. Can't say it enough.

I ran into a few fags on my way out, and gave them a ride home. We sped along the bridge while Vitalic's remix of Daft Punk's "Technologic" rocked my stereo, and my craving for greasy food didn't convince me to stop by a junk food place. I came home alone, just like Macaulay Culkin, and even tho I think it's kinda sad, I just don't care anymore, as Phil Collins Would say. I reached my limit.