We have a condo right on the edge of the venue playing shitty euro techno at full volume until 3 am. Quebec is as close to Europe as you can get on the continent, and it's a good reminder how much Europe sucks.
Mont Sainte Anne locs hanging around in a circle outside the hotel. Party.
The real Mont Sainte Anne, trackside during the race:
The saddest looking ham and cheese crepe ever seen. Life is hard, and traveling the world is distilled suffering:
As if we needed more proof that Canada sucks.