the 15th anniversary party for the Montreal Mirror, the first of the 4 weeklies in Montreal. I crashed the party they had at a club called Le Swimming (not much of a feat), but I was disappointed that there weren’t any speeches or anything. They would have added life to the party, that’s for sure. A lot of people were there just to witness a faux-pas, for sure – but as it was, “nostalgic beer bash” was the operating principle. Oh well.
Archives for June 2000
So it seems I’m a “modest doomsayer”. Check out the 8th story down, the one with the screw beside it.
memory of the day: When I worked at CTHEORY, I walked or took the bus to work. One day I was standing at the bus stop and this bike courier rides up St-Laurent and turns right onto Sherbrooke, with one hand on his handlebars. A regular bike courier too – in all his bike courier splendour, not some buttoned-down facsimile. So he passes me, and in his right hand he’s carrying a Coleman cooler; white with a red lid. As he passed me, I clearly read the label: Alert – Live Human Tissue. Only in French. And I thought, “it can’t be normal to transport transplant organs by bike courier, can it?” No, I didn’t think so.
Overheard during the internet broadcast of the semi-final of Euro 2000 between France and Portugal: “…and he dribbles the ball deliciously between two defenders!” … “Lilian Thuram lances the ball forward to Blanc…” … “Veiera has the last word; no he doesn’t!…” … “And Arsenal gunner Thierry Henry with the ball in the area… Arrrghoooh! GOAL FOR FRANCE!!!” … “And Lizarazu with a great save” … “And that will be a goal kick for the birthday boy, Mr. Fabien Barthez.” “He goes to the side to YELL at the referee, ‘that wasn’t offside Mr. referee!'” … “and Robert Pires, France’s most Portuguese player, comes in…” [ed: ??? huh?] … “now it’s Henry surging into the Portuguese area with pace!” … “that’s a header from Laurent Blanc, well, with the nose…” … “hand ball Abel Xavier! It’s a penalty it’s a penalty it’s a penalty for France!” … “Figo with the red card, we’re waiting for Zinadine Zidane… Zidane… Zidane… Zidane top corner! GOAL!”
Final (117′ FT): Portugal 1-France 2
In my part of town it was the Lucky Key. I remember seeing Starsky and Hutch and wondering if the same stuff went on there as went on at Huggy Bear’s. Friday nights we’d go to Dad’s place and order a large combination pizza from Lorenzo’s. They threw in the glass bottle of RC Cola. Here in Montreal, of course, they’re “aldress”.