A Cool (As In "Cold") BBQ

Rotting in the afternoon. The last days of summer are perched on my shoulders. Like a bird of prey shitting on your head, and getting away with the mouse you just flirted with.

I didn't do much yesterday. I drank milk with Baileys on a chick's balcony on De Maisonneuve St, until I almost fainted on my chair, and I went home to sleep like a fuckin' log. This morning, I felt like a million bucks, so after a few cups of coffee and a dozen phone calls, I met Mr. Finances at Sherbrooke metro and we went old. To the Old Port.

Café des Éclusiers, what an odd place. Steel beams and a wonderful terrace, très design, merci. We almost didn't hear the BPM's as we approached. The music wasn't really loud, and nobody was dancing. 6$ got us in, 5$ got me two veggie dogs with pasta salad, and 9$ got me two Labatt Blue.

After my eyes were back in their sockets, I noticed lots of cute chicks, and Mightykat ended her set. M.A.N.D.Y. started doing their thing and it was a rather calm set. LetNoManJack wanted to be a DJ whore and we went chatting with them a bit.

The place slowly leaked all its patrons, and we were almost the last ones to go, as Sean Kosa & Jordan Dare weren't doing their 2-microphones, 4-turntables extravagant Cut-Throats Republic DJ set. It was just... a regular tag team. But still, it was the best music I've heard the whole afternoon.

Let's just hope that M.A.N.D.Y. didn't come here just to play 2 hours at an half-crowded BBQ with no vibe...