Mountaintop Ravers Massacre

I drifted into a strange state of consciousness last Friday, when I left the office. I wasn't sure that what I was about to do was very brilliant, but nothing would stop me from doing it, and I went ahead without anybody tring to stop me, because, well, nobody knew. So I got to my place, I took a shower, I threw a few things in my luggages & then in my car, and I left for Quebec City.

I arrived around midnight and went to see what Mr. Finances was doing. He was drinkin' Rev and recording a mix. We stuck around in his living room and drank beer until I started falling asleep.

The next day we woke up and went to see what the area around Mont St-Anne looked like. The road was really fun to roll on, all curvy and mountain-like, and the sun was hitting on my head like a sonovabitch. We had planned on going to Fre(e)ak Part 1, an outside event on top of Mont Ste-Anne, a bit similar to Piknic except that the music sucked. It was trance ! For fuck's sake ! We stopped by a dépanneur to get some gas, and some food. We drank Rev while sitting on my hood. When we finally decided to get a move on and go to Mont Ste-Anne's parking lot, we learned that we had to pay 3$ each to enter the site, and 15$ each just to get on the fuckin' mountaintop. What if we walked ? 2 hours would get our asses there. We turned around and left.

There was a golf course just next to the mountain, so we went to finish our Rev over there while hitting balls. T'was fun.

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The night came quietly and we started drinkin' beer to make time pass by faster. Fre(e)ak Part 2 was to take place at Galerie Rouje. After a couple of drinks we were ready to go. I found a parking spot just in front. Lucky me. It didn't cost a dime to get in. The music was pretty OK when we arrived. The guy played an old Kiko song from "Midnight Magic". I was impressed. He put the lamest version ever of Mylo's "Drop the Pressure", which was sucky breakbeat with no momentum. I wasn't impressed. There was a black haired chick in high heels, with a blue tank top and some apparently amazing breasts, who was always dancing next to me and giving me some nice looks. However, since she was hangin' out with some guys wearing white pants - could have been gay, who knows - I didn't try anything. The last thing I wanted to know is start a fight there.

I got sweaty real fast. Axel Klein, apparently from Montreal - never heard about the guy - came on. He was putting some pretty neat stuff, namely a nice remix of Sam Fox's "Touch Me", and when Tiga's "You're Gonna Want Me" popped out of nowhere from behind a sucky track, I couldn't believe my ears ! We had practiced a choregraphy earlier, and we danced like fools.

Eventually we got tired of hearing only one good song every now and then so we went back, kept on drinking on the couch until I fell asleep, and I lost track.

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The following morning it was time to go : Finances had to meet his new prospect for breakfast, and I was hungry & eager to get my ass back in Montreal. The road was fun, but I almost fell asleep around Beloeil, mainly because of the heavy traffic making us stop everywhere. M.I.A. was blastin' my car stereo and it felt good to be back, when we crossed the bridge.