Music is my Life... and Kiko is my Wife

I woke up around 1 PM on Saturday, and Mr. Finances called me to ask if he could come over and do some laundry at my place. Sure thing. We had coffee and looked at some pictures I had taken the night before, and he ate a capicolo sandwich he would soon forget. I called Miss Singer and invited her over to ride along with us - we were going to a cheap fripperie near Jean-Talon to find ourselves some ridiculous suits to be well dressed during the evening - and she agreed. So off we went.

At Moog Audio, they didn't have any tickets left for the SAT that night. At the fripperie, they had nothing worth the investment; no classy pastel suits, some WAY TOO LARGE t-shirts, and some uninteresting dusty old records. I found a book about rape. Better than a kick in the nuts !

We went to take a romantic walk in a "beachfront" park in Cartierville afterwards, facing the Rivière des Prairies, and we were so fuckin' hungry that I drove to Tampopo in a few seconds as soon as we got back in my car. After our lunch we went to watch Miss Singer drink a beer and talk on the phone with her sister, and Mr. Finances & me decided to head to my place to dress up for the night, since she obviously wasn't coming.

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We had a few "red" Rev's while dressing up, and Mr. Bérêt called me to claim he ditched his chick for the night. He was at Sky and ready to kick things in with a few sips of vodka - he always carries around his 60 ounces bottle - so I told him to bring his ass over. Then one of my crazy exes called to report she'd kill somebody if I didn't offer her a ride, so I told her to hop in a cab and to come to my place for a beer to calm her nerves. I put on my pimp suit before both of them were there, and when they arrived I was ready to rock (with my cock out).

We wanted to be there early, so we hopped in my bazoo, and rolled to the SAT. It was still 25$ to get in, and we soon realised that the place was fuckin' empty, even at 23h30. Jeff Grosse was spinning and just behind him... sat Kiko, the genius. He didn't look bored, but a bit discouraged at the (lack of) attendance. At 23h40 sharp he began his set, starting things out smoothly with some electro tech that didn't make lots of people move except us !

More friends arrived later on, just in time for the party to catch on. Mr. Hairdresser & Miss Nurse weren't sure they'd stay, but the songs were getting better & better, and the hits began pouring down like a golden shower administered by a nectarine drinking prince : Come on Up, NY Lipps, Washing Up... It was hard, it was in your face, it was techy, acid, bumpin', it was all you'd dream about if you were going to see a guy like Kiko spin live shit.

People slowly got into it and the place filled up, and at one point we were under the impression that the place was crowded, just because everybody was dancing ! There were some pretty cute chicks, some that were really sexy, and some that were cute from a distance. One blonde shakin' her ass real good looked at least 40 years old with the lights on, and I finally managed to have the nerves to talk to a girl I always see everywhere. She was wearing a nice denim mini skirt but we didn't talk that much.

Miss Ottawa drank a few shots of Vodka and she became suggestively flirty, and we decided to have a party at my place after the evening was done. When Kiko left the decks to Savas Pascalidis, who looks VERY greek, the energy level went down a few notches, but things were still sounding good, with an ultra dark and instrumental set.

Since I was dancing in my suit since the beginning of the evening, I was hot and tired, se we left at 3:15, just before things were over. Mr. Finances went to get some fries and we headed home. Miss Ottawa didn't feel like stayin, so we basically just looked at the evening's pics I had taken, Mr. Bérêt stayed at my place to sleep, and everybody left. We called it a night. My date with Kiko didn't feel so special. During his set, I told him that Hot Banana was my favorite label, and that all my annual DJ charts were graced by at least one of his productions, and he didn't look like it was so special for him to hear that.

Sometimes, things are not as we thought they'd be. I'm losing my electro innocence here.