Working straight from nine-to-five like one of those normal people didn’t stop me from keeping a promise. A promise to fuck off with friends on May 2-4. Like that beat up pair of Havaianas, I’m glad I kept it. We drank in parks, and then drank in more parks. Went for poutine both sober and drunk. Never even saw the old port or riot-ridden downtown. It was like May 1968 as we drove into the city on the eve of laws being passed to make it OK for riot police to beat the shit out of students. Red squares everywhere. Karaoke nights and so many goddamn inside jokes about peg legs, tv shows, and the Rhythm of the Night. Amazing.
I wore a pair of cut-off jeans I made and a silk dress I bought at Shoppalu.com – perfection.