Kaskade @ Parking

Be grateful for what you have. That's what I told myself on Sunday. I went to record a mix at Yafi's place and when we were done, I rushed to my mom's place in the suburbs for an infamous, ultra-satisfying free meal. Coquille St-Jacques, filet mignon & a succulent salad. After the beer, the potatoes, the black olives, the cheese, the brocoli, the citrus pie & the coffee, I was ready to burst.

I picked up Mr. Finances at his folk's place on the way back to the island - he had the same idea as me - and we stopped by the SAQ to get a 26 ounces bottle of Vodka & a pack of blue Rev. They're so retarded at the Village's SAQ that they don't know how to stock shit. On the way to the dépanneur on Rachel St, at a red light, some girl in a sexy skirt & fuck me boots started chasing my car. It was Miss Kindergarten, who was going to have a drink at Sofa. We chatted a bit and she told me she'd call my place later on.

We entered the dépanneur & saw some "new" energy drinks with alcool, namely Mojo & Johnny Bootlegger. We bought a bottle of every new flavor to "try 'em out" like the real alcohol cowboys we are. And we went home to pop a couple of 'em open.

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The breakdown :

-Johnny Bootlegger : 12% alcohol via some doubtful "malt liquor". Isn't that shit supposed to be forbidden elsewhere than in SAQ's ? Anyway... the taste was kinda harsh. We tried the "melon" one and had to fight over who'd finish the bottle.

-Mojo : that's actually cider with extra guarana ! Can't be bad, no ? Well... half. You get used to the taste but the first gulp isn't so great. The blue one is the worst. The red one is OK, and the green one's the best. There ain't no blue apples, I knew it !

-Blue Rev : still the fuckin' winner.

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We were horribly drunk after a while. We were listening to the mix I had just recorded and started dancing in my living room like idiots. Mr. Dead Cat showed up unannounced and had a beer. We left for Roy Bar around midnight.

A common friend of ours was preparing to leave for Marseilles, and was having an adios party where Étienne Côté-Paluck & the crazy nasty St-Jäacques were spinning. We didn't stay very long, because I just wanted to make "acte de présence" and see if there were any cute chicks. Apart from that big-breasted nurse, nobody. Too bad.

We arrived at Parking around peaktime, as everybody was on the floor. There were lots of shirtless guys. The music was OK but not enough to keep me dancing all night. Truth is, I think I was pretty dead. I wasn't really in the mood, in fact. Miss Photo popped out of nowhere with her DFA earrings and we danced a bit. A girl from Frigid's night, downstairs, came up and gave me some passes for the Overdose night. We went down to see what was happening, and it was kinda boring.

We left to realise that it was fuckin' cold outside. My polo was wet from the sweat and I got a cold. Mr. Finances wanted to go to Stereo but I was pretty dead. We went to eat a club sandwich at Rapido where we encountered various drunk weirdos and an impressive choice of pretty girls. The night ended like our saggy poutine, bathing in cheese icebergs sailing the sea of cold sauce.