what a day. what a night. what a weekend. hard to sum up all the emotions of the last two nights into proper sentences so I'll just lay it out it in fragments. pad barbecue. solar eclipses we never quite caught but some beautiful climbs up to the roof anyhow. tennis balls and power lines. delicious slices of salty Argentinean beef and plenty of beer to wash it down. music talk, protest talk. and more Lafleur hot dogs than I'm proud to admit. not enough sleep. and before i know it, Piknik Electronique. packing coolers in the metro with Davey Cleinfeld. not quite like old times but always good times. the unmistakable rumble out Jean Drapeau and the giant Star-Trek-looking monument overlooking the deceptively blue St. Laurence River. a perfect Montreal summer day in Spring. beautiful people and perfect strangers soaking in the sun. butterflies for Dubfire, sharing beer and water bottles. getting lost in the crowd and dancing like no one's watching. and that shit-eating grin you just can't wipe off your face.
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