When I Look Into Your Eyes...

Let's just say that I wasn't so good looking on Monday morning. Not hung over - just dead. The I Love Neon party was weighting down on my knees & lungs - how much smoke can you blow in just one room, even a crappy one like Dôme's ? I was nonetheless willing to party on all over again, and after a few minor tasks, I was back on the road to Jacques-Cartier Bridge, en route to Éloi Brunelle's Epsilonlab Piknic - back at Parc Jean-Drapeau under the Calder !

Frivolous was opening, and when I got there around 4 he was closing his set, with about 3 persons dancing. Next up was Dr. Love, funkin' things up a notch, hot shit with his (litterally) head phone. I ate my lunch, drank my Boris, and chit chatted with a couple of regulars and a very sexy girl sporting a yellow tank top and denim hot pants. At one point I went dancing, and like a signal, Booka Shade's "Mandarine Girl" came on.

I was slightly devastated by my week-end, so I didn't dance for long, and let Mr. Finances enjoy what he claimed was his last Piknic of the summer - which we all know is a bunch of lies : he'll be back.

However, around 6, Éloi Brunelle took control of the decks, and a slow dancefloor destruction process began. After about 30-40 minutes of his usual effective tech-house, don't ask me what happened, but Shapeshifter's "Lola's Theme" came on. And then, some amazing twisted disco, soulful house & nasty sounding electro-tech. The set ended with Armand Van Helden's "Into Your Eyes", with all the lights closed to avoid the usual bugs, and it was pure magic.

I didn't care I failed to pick up a girl. I had the best time ever. That's what Piknic is all about. Dance in the sunlight. Smile to strangers. Get sun burns, sore feet, weak knees. Drink too much, or not at all. Rain or shine. I'll say it again even tho I've said it since the very beginning : this is the best party concept ever !

Three editions left, boys and girls. Put on your flip flops and come on over.

I'll be lovin' you forever.