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First quiet awakening since a few days.
DOM: We slept in a Walmart parking lot.
It says we can't be here more than three hours. We've been asleep for at least 10 hours.
Being there, we take advantage of Walmart and McDonald's toilets and wi-fi.
During this time, Dom jogs and skips rope
to keep in shape.
We decided to go downtown, to show Sacha the CN Tower
and perhaps visit the Steam Whistle brewery.
In the end,
it costs a fortune to park the van near Lakeshore Boulevard.
So we dropped the idea and head to the university campus.
There, Will the copilot shows the sign
"Show your *** ... please! "
and does its best to convince the ladies.
WILL: She was happy ...
ALL: Ooooooohhhh!
DOM: She said "good luck."
DOM: Show your sign!
WILL: We saw man ***!
We will come back empty-handed from our stopover at the university.
Back on College Street, we stop to see Dan H at Ace of Spades
to give him the latest album from The Hunters and tell him he has a spot on
tonight's guestlist at the show.
To spend our last afternoon in Toronto, we go to DunBat Park.
DOM: Sainte Catherines are playing tonight, we're getting ready.
Around 4, we drive around the Bovine to find a parking spot
allowing us to easily load in.
At 6, we're parked in front of the pile of debris, also known
as the Bovine Sex Club.
We get the gear in as fast as we can to meet the Sainte Catherines at the restaurant next door,
the Shanghai Cowgirl.
We find the Montrealers on the terrace and try our best
to enjoy the sun, despite the cold weather.
Before the show starts, there is another party van!
Finally comes the moment we show Hugo his face on our arms.
Around 10, the first band gets on the stage. Fake Lake, then, Dogs
and finally, the Hunters.
Ultimately, the Sainte Catherines stormed the stage.
The energy overflows, the show is sold out, the beer is flowing and
everyone sweats it out.
Everyone seemed to enjoy the Ste-Caths' last show ever in Ontario.
Hugo Royer
gets his hands on $30 worth of Poutine from Smoke's.
He meets us in front of the Bovine Sex Club.
Dan the tattoo artist offers to open the shop overnight for us
to ink ourselves.
DAN H: You guys up all night? NARRATOR: At 3am and overly drunk,
it sounds like a great idea.
En route, a pedestrian has a cake and offers some to everyone. Dom fetches the dessert
and 10 seconds later, our designated driver
is pied and nobody has had a piece.
By dint of speaking, we are well aware we'd better go to sleep than
ink ourselves mutually.
We therefore say goodbye to Dan H and move in with John Di Marco
where we spend the night.
HUGO: It is 3:42.
WILL + HUGO: Tomorrow morning, we leave at 7am.
WILL: We're going to bed, because we're f---ed up...
NARRATOR: Hugo will be behind the wheel tomorrow to get to Rouyn.
He lays in a corridor, directly on the floor, with his pillow
and falls asleep instantly.
Meanwhile, the others settle on makeshift mattresses.
In fact, they are pieces of foam from kids toys.
Good night everyone. Tomorrow morning at 7am, we hit the road for
Northern Quebec.