Risqué'd Piknic & Other Ordinary Worries

If you have read the previous entry in my wonderful blog, y'all know by now that I didn't sleep very much during the night taking us from Saturday to Sunday.  I also was out of funds to drive to Piknic, so badly that I couldn't pay to get in either.  Two of my friends insisted on coming, so I told them I'd go along if they paid for me.  It worked.

The risk was worth taking.

So here we are with the "Risqué Musique" team taking control of Parc Jean-Drapeau. At first the music was really slow, so my friends & me went eating by the lake. There was a regular (she's been there since the beginning, three years ago, every Sunday) sitting near us with a skirt and her legs kinda... opened. I took an upskirt picture with the help of my friend, who was highly amused to serve as a "false" target.

We went dancing a bit, but The Mole's minimal weirdness didn't really do it for me. As the evening went by, the music got better & friends kept arriving, which made for a great evening.

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Nothing much happened over the course of the "rest" of the week. Some alimentary struggling (broke as usual) and a failed date with Miss Fashion. Boring !

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Yesterday, it was my vietnamese friend's birthday. As usual, he didn't want to tell us how old he was going to turn, so we had to guess, and with asians, it's pretty hard. He was a bit queeny and didn't want to go to Parking. Problem is I had told several friends I'd go, so I went anyway. Better be alone @ Parking than be with friends in places where they play crappy music, no ?

So I left the house around midnight, and went to drink my little can of Guru on the corner of Ste-Catherine and Amherst. It was way too early to go in, but I went anyway, and I found Mr. Bérêt with his new flame & one of my old exes on the "chill-out" mezzanine. There was a mega cute russian girl, who looked very much like Cleopatra, dancing quite expertly in front of us. She asked me if I'd like to take pictures of her, which I did.

She looked crazy and not worth taking the risk of leaving the club alone, so I switched gears and went down to see Bruno for a Gin Tonic. More time passed as Maïté was spinning some pretty good music, and I finally started dancing. My body was still recovering from the long hours of office torture I had submitted him to all week, so it took a while to heat up.

My friends were supposed to pass by towards the end of the evening but I guess they were having too much fun being "different" in places like Zoobizarre, Green Room or Jupiter Room because they never showed up. I'm still glad I chose the now cliché'd Overdose night because of the following adventure :

As I was dancing with friends, an improbable trio noticed me. Two (gay) guys and a girl. One of the guy was tall, and uninterested. His friend was smaller, cute, and pretty much staring at me openly. Their female friend was a well rounded red-head sporting a black & pink robe & a smile that won my heart. She too was smiling at me, and I learned afterwards that they both thought I was cute. I did my "test" and slowly changed places on the floor, and they kept following me. Good.

The girl & I were smiling at each others and never approaching or talking, so I decided to break the ice and introduced myself. I started talking to the three at once, to avoid the guys being pissed. It worked, and then not. The small guy was kind of pissed that I wasn't gay. Sore loser ?

He complained to one of my friends he knew that I was flirting with his roommate. He kept asking me strange questions. At first I thought he was protecting his friend but it turned out he was simply jealous that I chose her ! He told me : "What are you doing here if you're not a fag ?"

Now, I take my anthropologist duties on the field very seriously, so I just kept smiling. Truth is I found the situation pretty funny. The guy eventually calmed down and when the lights went back on, let me drive the girl home.