Friday night was wild, man. Just pure mayhem, causing retarded trouble in the streets. So obviously Saturday morning was a pain. My severed 28 year old body had traces of blood and who knows what sort of fluid I might have ran into. Don't ask why I left downtown to end up all the way in Verdun. The answer would be Starbucks, but that's probably not what you think.
So there I was at 10 am, a zombie in Verdun trying to find his way home on the Plateau.
A friend of mine who elected me her 2008 most electable bachelor invited me to a modern dance event, at Studio Tangente. I had to keep up my reputation, and my friend Mat was going too, so who knows, maybe we could make a night out of it.
Before getting there I walked in the weirdest Depanneur. It smelled something. I just couldn't say what. It's the kind of smell that is strong but you can't figure if it's a disgusting one or something possibly pleasant. The entire surface was packed to the point where you couldn't walk properly through the aisles. Weird part is, the shelves were hanging from the ceiling.
My mission was quite simple, getting us some Red Bull for reason made obvious above.
I got to Tangente much earlier than him. I was soon greeted by Emilie. The reason she invited me was because she was a choreographer for the show. Those dancers just graduated and this happened to be a extracurricular presentation for them. I'll say I appreciated this concert and I have several long winded opinions about it. But since I lack knowledge about this form of art, I don't feel I deserve sharing these impressions.
So after attempting a phone call I just sat at a table in the hall, putting the two cans in front of me waiting for Mat to get there. As the room filled up full of people lining up to see the show, I was becoming amused by the crowd and the various typecasts being there. You had completely dancer type artists clashing with some folks who appeared to be related to the artists on stage. So you had moms and dads, grand-parents, jockish brothers... Throw in a couple of dudes or girls in the same position than I am: normalish people, interested in catching this event and also friends with somebody involved.
I probably spent 25 minutes walking around then sitting at this table. After assessing the crowd, I picked a target.
She was an artist looking girl. Kind of cute but obviously involved with herself and no one else. I overheard her making slightly condescending comments about how this show is only made by graduates. She was also spending more time looking at the whole environment than at her interlocutor. The person in question actually excused himself somewhere else.
This is when I stood up, left my coat and my cans at the table and walked straight up to her , making sure to look at her right in the eyes. She saw me coming a long way in and was obviously looking back at me inquisitively. I said in her hear, as loud as I could without being heard by anyone else:
- YOU THINK I HAVE A GOD COMPLEX? I AM GOD.
I ignored any possible reaction she might have had and walked back to my table and opened my can of Red Bull and had a long, invigorating sip.
So there I was at 10 am, a zombie in Verdun trying to find his way home on the Plateau.
A friend of mine who elected me her 2008 most electable bachelor invited me to a modern dance event, at Studio Tangente. I had to keep up my reputation, and my friend Mat was going too, so who knows, maybe we could make a night out of it.
Before getting there I walked in the weirdest Depanneur. It smelled something. I just couldn't say what. It's the kind of smell that is strong but you can't figure if it's a disgusting one or something possibly pleasant. The entire surface was packed to the point where you couldn't walk properly through the aisles. Weird part is, the shelves were hanging from the ceiling.
My mission was quite simple, getting us some Red Bull for reason made obvious above.
I got to Tangente much earlier than him. I was soon greeted by Emilie. The reason she invited me was because she was a choreographer for the show. Those dancers just graduated and this happened to be a extracurricular presentation for them. I'll say I appreciated this concert and I have several long winded opinions about it. But since I lack knowledge about this form of art, I don't feel I deserve sharing these impressions.
So after attempting a phone call I just sat at a table in the hall, putting the two cans in front of me waiting for Mat to get there. As the room filled up full of people lining up to see the show, I was becoming amused by the crowd and the various typecasts being there. You had completely dancer type artists clashing with some folks who appeared to be related to the artists on stage. So you had moms and dads, grand-parents, jockish brothers... Throw in a couple of dudes or girls in the same position than I am: normalish people, interested in catching this event and also friends with somebody involved.
I probably spent 25 minutes walking around then sitting at this table. After assessing the crowd, I picked a target.
She was an artist looking girl. Kind of cute but obviously involved with herself and no one else. I overheard her making slightly condescending comments about how this show is only made by graduates. She was also spending more time looking at the whole environment than at her interlocutor. The person in question actually excused himself somewhere else.
This is when I stood up, left my coat and my cans at the table and walked straight up to her , making sure to look at her right in the eyes. She saw me coming a long way in and was obviously looking back at me inquisitively. I said in her hear, as loud as I could without being heard by anyone else:
- YOU THINK I HAVE A GOD COMPLEX? I AM GOD.
I ignored any possible reaction she might have had and walked back to my table and opened my can of Red Bull and had a long, invigorating sip.
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