You have to learn to know when to stop partyin - and when to go to sleep

Boy, was it the longest day of my life !

I woke up at 7:30 sharp this morning to drink my coffee in front of Montreal getting up with the biggest, bad-ass hang over ever. I sped through the streets and picked up my mother in Laval, and off we were to Shawinigan, land of the pâte à papier, of Jean Chrétien and of the maison de retraite of grandma. We ate with her, and off we went to Cap-de-la-Madeleine, where my little brother is stuck in detox.

There was a guy with his girlfriend in a mini-skirt, and I asked my bro if they can fuck when they receive guests. No ! Holy shit, that must be the biggest torture ever.

After a while we had to go, since I had to attend the ITurnEm Piknic, going on at Jardin des Floralies on Notre-Dame island, next to this big piece of crap that is called the Montreal Casino. So we sped along the 40 in my car, accumulating a gas bill of 90$. Crazy shit these days. The good ol' times of oil are far behind.

When I got on Ste-Hélène Island, after dropping off my mom, I saw the biggest collection of retards ever. There was a line-up starting on the lawn of La Ronde, and going all the way to parc jean-Drapeau, because fuckin' Green Day were playing outside ! Pityful. Girls with green hair... and 13 years of experience on earth. I finally managed to get to the Piknic parking, which was full, of course. A guy advised me to park wherever on the lawn, and I did just that. Free of charge.

The site was rather strange, lacking the space usually needed to pack all the 450 flowing in because of Missstress Barbara. This resulted in a densely packed dancefloor, and nobody I knew being there. I ran into Mr. Finances dancing alone and I invited him over for some pastas at my place before the I Love Neon party.

We arrived late at Dôme because I didn't mind not seeing Vive la Fête, but Sean Kosa was still playing and the music was niiiice. I felt like dancing all evening, and there were millions of cute chick, as is always the case at these events. However, soon enough, Vive la Fête started their never ending show and it was the end of my fun. Every song ended with another one beginning. It was bordering on torture.

They finally got the fuck off the scene and Tiga started his set. Weird enough, the music's volume was really low. And the turntables kept on skipping beats... The worst was what was happening on the dancefloor : annoying epilepsy-inducing strobes, smoke, and rude drunk people banging into you at every 3 seconds. The same big girl that had sat on my three gin tonics at Parking two years ago hit me on the head with her REALLY LOUD purse.

Tiga rocked the house, with a very intense and dark set of acid electro house for the conaisseurs. He didn't play his amazing MOVE MY BODY but mixed two consecutives versions of YOU'RE GONNA WANT ME, his new hit. One of my exes was piss drunk and real annoying, and at the end of the party - the light came on at 3:15 sharp, never seen a Neon ending so early - everybody wanted to go to a "party" at Miss Nurse's place, where she has two cats.

Mr. Finances opted out, and went to see Mateo Murphy & Matt Safer at Gravity, for the after party.

I fucked off home and here I am writing a blog entry like a real geek loser, instead of fucking some chick's brains out.