Where Is The Party?

Wednesday night, obviously in a state of inebriation, I mean what else can happen when you go out with a drag queen, a legendary dj, a hot dealer, your crush, your fabulous friend and your best friend, there was one of those WTF moments.

Walking along Ste-Catherines around 3:30 am, these two guys came up to us, "Where is the party, there must be a party?!" in heavy Austrian accents. I thought, you've got to be kidding. But they were the real deal, complete euro trash techno geeks. It was a total trip, but we still didn't help them out.

I'm almost regretting it.