Culture Days hit the city this weekend and my list of free workshops is already longer than my sleep schedule. Talk me out of signing up for all three days — or don't.
Culture Days hit the city this weekend and my list of free workshops is already longer than my sleep schedule. Talk me out of signing up for all three days — or don't.
The vanlife festival packed up overnight and left me with the whole beach. Haven't found a single reason to put anything on yet — want to see what the morning looks like from back here?
Montcalm Blues has me completely — three sets in and this top lost its fight somewhere during the second guitar solo. Come stand in the crowd with me, the front is better.
RuPaul's first night in Quebec and I'm supposed to be getting ready. Instead every top I own is on the floor and I haven't left the bed. Which one are you taking off me first?
Drove up the mountain just to see the first red creeping into the hills and now I'm refusing to leave. The board's still in the truck bed and so am I, apparently. You'd have claimed this spot with me, right?
Artist stepped out for a smoke and I'm already in the mirror checking the stencil. Still got room on the ribs if anyone's got opinions.
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.