Everybody's fed up with snow, but not with "Informer"

Spring looks like it might be here to stay, but you never know. Last year, lots of snowstorms made March a hellish month, sending hopes to burn in a pizza oven and making my eyes cry rivers. My car was stored at the time, and I was just waiting for the snow to slowly melt to take it out for a grand tour. But every time it looked like we were reaching solace, it snowed. It fuckin' snowed so much that I walked the streets singin' "Informer".

Hope this year won't be a "redux".

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During winter, there are some weird things going on. Some people disappear, emerging only when the snow has entirely melted, as if they were buried by the first layer some months before. These people might be hiding all winter long, living elsewhere where the sun shines harder, or simply lament the absence of Piknic.

To these people, I have only one thing to say : please come back to the world of the living, it's gettin' hot in here.

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My buddy predicted a "Emerge" revival. Fischerspooner's track played so often when it was initially released that I personally puked on the dancefloor whenever I would hear, it after a while.

The most likely place to hear it & suffer was, of course, Parking's Overdose, at the time conducted by DJ Frigid. The track was a mandatory piece in his playlist. And he's so good natured that maybe, some nights, it wasn't part of his plans to play it, but some cute jock would show up at the booth and request it : a "no" was out of the question.

I remember being at Sex Garage three years ago, during the Pride week, at final day's t-dance. Some guy shows up with his girlfriend while I'm sitting in the sun and sipping on my glass of Heinekken, and they don't look like they're familiar with the vibe at all. "Emerge" comes into Frigid's mix and the guy, after a few seconds, turns to his girl and says : "This is my favorite song !". It sounded more like a thought than an exclamation, and he seemed puzzled. His GF told him : "Why don't you go and dance, in that case ?"

The guy looked even more puzzled, seemingly weighting the pros & cons of such a decision, and finally opted out. They stayed there a while, staring at the freaks, and left.

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I got so drunk on Saturday night that I am still wondering if it was a good thing or not. I usually invite a few persons over to my place, before a big event, to have a few drinks and listen to music. My "pre-party" almost turned into a full blown fiesta when some guests showed up with more alcohol we could handle, and most of us lost control at some point, thanks to the numerous shooters generously handed over.



I wasn't sick but I was pretty drunk, and the thing with me is that - for most people, at least - it doesn't show very much when I'm utterly wasted. So some girls & boys may have mistaken me for sober, and I can't, for fuck's sake, remember what I babbled about for the whole evening. So... if I told crazy stuff to some of you, folks, don't worry.

I still had a blast at S.A.T. but I can't remember everything. Which makes me wonder : is an evening still considered "fun" even if you don't remember lots of it ?

Metaphysics applied to drunks : a new fashion trend ?