Tinariwen's playing Grizzly Fuzz tonight and I've been up long enough that the coffee stopped being about waking up. The city's still dead quiet and I'm already halfway to the desert. You coming tonight?
Tinariwen's playing Grizzly Fuzz tonight and I've been up long enough that the coffee stopped being about waking up. The city's still dead quiet and I'm already halfway to the desert. You coming tonight?
Block party three streets over finally died down and I'm still running hot from the crowd. The shower's doing its best to cool me off but it's not really working. Want to see what it's not fixing?
Every street I'd normally drive is barricaded for the Grand Prix and honestly I don't even mind. Watching them fly up Côte de la Montagne is better than anything I had planned today. You ever see a whole city stop for one race?
The film festival's starting and I've been up long enough to map out every screening I can squeeze in. The schedule's a mess and so am I. Tell me you're not sleeping through this.
Two months till the slopes open and I'm already losing sleep over which resort to hit first. Not exactly dressed for trip planning, but here we are. Want to weigh in?
Last set just ended and my whole body's still vibrating from the bass — three hours of non-stop EDM and now I'm sitting on the hood because driving feels like a bad call. Tell me you're not heading home yet either.
Last gallery just locked up and I'm still out here — wine-warm and wandering the old port like the night owes me more than a walk home. Want to see where this actually goes?
September's got three festivals stacked up next week and the city hasn't noticed yet. Just me, this coffee, and a terrace nobody's found. You want the seat across from me?
Pride takes over Saint-Jean tomorrow and I've pulled half my closet onto the bed trying to decide what stays on. You've got until morning to make your case.
Burger Week starts today and I've already mapped out seven spots I'm not leaving without. You buying or just watching?