Avez-vous de Bratmobile

I cruised probably close to 2 dozen record shops in montreal.

I waited for one to open at noon. There was another guy there. He told me he liked my dress. I asked him if he worked here (in true montreal style, it was 12:15 and the store was still closed). He said no, he was just waiting to shop. We talked about what he was looking for

him: new wave and 80s pop tapes for his boyfriend's new car
me: new wave records and rare riot grrl anything

He offered to take me down mont royal to more shops and I accepted. We talked about music, I told him about my band. He bought Devo, I bought some XTC, Madonna.

It was one of those rare nice experiences of meeting by chance- a stranger- in a way without any sort of agenda.

I was at Cheap Thrills later on Saturday, and asked again if they had any Bratmobile. Again this question was answered by laughter and 'no', but also

Didn't you hear? Their singer has a show with her new band-Partyline- tonight.

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Omigod. WHAT WHERE HOW WHEN...

There was a party I was supposed to go to with my friends, but this trumped everything in that moment. Besides, the party was in mile end, my old neighborhood, so I'd have no trouble finding it afterwards.

So, after supper and beer I hit the metro solo to find zoo bizarre, which is a ways from the downtown. I didn't have a hard time finding it, but travelling underground and resurfacing, as I came to realize later, can really fuck with your sense of direction.

Seeing Partyline was well worth sitting thru 2 shitty opening bands. Allison was spectacular and meeting her was awesome. She was so bubbly and fun. Gawd, I can't even explain...

Anyway,I asked the bartender before I left where I am in relation to St. Viataur. He said I was about 15 minutes north. NO PROBLEM!

High on life, riotgrrlconcert buzz and several pints I proceeded to walk east for 20 minutes until I hit some sort of highway and a shell station. Ooops.

So totally 'cas'ual, I asked the shell guy to call me a cab- you know, it's totally normal to be at a shell station by yourself at 2 am on a saturday night, looking for a cab and all.

I told the cab the address and laughed to myself as he drove in the opposite direction for like 10 minutes to get to St. Viateur. He dropped me off at 36 St. Viateur-en plus bas-he said, so I got out and start walking backwards 38...40...42...541.
541? WTF.

Most rational people would start to panic. But I was just drunk. In times like these there is always one thing you can count on:
The 24 hr. Bagel.

So I got 3. Sat down on the curb. And I called Amy:

-Are you ok??
-I'm lost but these bagels are fucking tasty!

And then I remembered Megs calling me during the show:

-somethingsomething...St.Dominique...bikes....somethingsoemthing
-yeahyeah ok! I'll see you soon!

Bikes!, I thought. It's montreal. Everyone has a goddamn bike. But then I walked cross St. Laurent. And there was St. Dominique. A block away I spotted over a hundred bikes, several hung from trees. Inside,Lights flashing. Music pulsing.

Oh, these bikes.

PARTY!

À Bientôt!

I'm going to Peaches tonight!

I’m a happy happy girl

Because of

Vacation!
Montreal in t minus 2 days. Belle belle city...
So what am I going to do while I’m there? It may go a little something like this:
I’m going to wander around, then buy a bottle of wine from the SAQ a few pastries…then I’ll go to the park and I’m going to eat them. Then I’m going to spend an outrageous amount of money on a new pair of designer shoes. Then I’m going to Simons and I’m going to buy whatever I want. Then I’m going to head up to Mile End and visit my samosa guy. Of course I’ll have to hit St Viateur bagels at some point. And go to lunch at Santrapol. And then I’ll go to Cheap Thrills and look for some Bratmobile. And then Peaches in concert! Party, party, love, friends, a lot of beer from the dep anytime of the night and/or day just because I can. And so on and so forth.
Basically my aim is to return fat and broke.
But I am disappointed that I’ll miss Savannah’s homecoming parties.. booo.

Rock fun!
Stage nine show was our best set yet. The most fun ever. Tattoos, shooting jager onstage-party party party.

Progress!
We recorded 5 drum tracks yesterday.

Boys!
New boy interest! So no more death threats, please. That’d be great. Thanks.

Stroke of major luck!
Oh man. A major lucky turn of events will serve hotshotrobot very well. Andrew and I have spent an inordinate amount of time laughing smugly already. We’re such bastids.

Awesome!

All I want to do is eat pizza.

I go through this phase every couple of months. Pizza, pizza, pizza. Slices, pockets, the healthy kind I invented myself with hot peppers and peanuts on it. I call it 'Thai Pizza'. Yes.

Sean and I postered last night. He heckled the cover band at Split Crow while we postered at NASCAD and then we sped away on our bikes. Zzzzzzooooooooooom!

Here is our poster:




I'm very excited about this show. Twee free, especially for you Brent.

Yeah, they really don't get out much...They're too busy skullfucking each other and making art stencils

Birthday week Extravaganza/ a portion of my life lately

BIRTHDAY DAY
I was greeted by a wild bunny as I stumbled out of the Winnebago at my cottage upon awakening to my 23rd year. It was reassuring since I hate humans. I walked into my cottage and at the table I was greeted by an orange surrounded by strawberries with candles while my family serenaded me in happy birthday. The rest of the day was spent running barefoot soaking up sun.

BIRTHDAY NIGHT
The teamparty robot got silly at rockin 4 dollaz$ on flections free draft. I threw one of these said drafts at tobias. I’m sure he won’t hold a grudge, since I didn’t for the time he attacked me with his little monkey hands after he heard that I didn’t like his band.

BIRTHDAY/ WAX/A/V SHOW
Insanity. So much fun. Alfred and Beardo charged the stage with balloons. A/V dance party. Lots of people I love; new friends, too even friends from a long time ago.

GIRL WITH THE MOST CAKE
Literally. I received cakes. Lots of cakes. Little cakes and big cakes. Favorites gifts included Beardo happy wine, my mom gave me a hot Blondie t-shirt, Heather and Jared gave me a beautiful sequined black party dress, Johnny (bff) gave me Black Flag-wasted again. Brendan sent me a card about alcoholism. Brad gave me some Cyndi Lauper stickers. Godwin found me a bike in the mud. Amy made me happiest by giving me a boy:


HANNA
Is the name of my new bike. She is a free spirit. I’m going to put some stickers on her.

MONTREAL
Bought a plane ticket. Need to get out of here for awhile because I’m beginning to hate it. You know, away from the nonfashion cockblock and boy stagnancy. It’s totally weak.


Oi oi oi.

Tonight!

Give a hoot:
Wax Mannequin, A/V, HOTSHOTROBOT birthday etc.
Maybe I'll throw things at people because it's my birthday and I can do want I wanna.