Trois-Rivières

Trois-Rivières

Sorry to my dear readers for this late entry, but
internet access on the road is often non-existent.
After warming up after our harrowing drive to
Trois-Rivières, Care F. and I decided to go treasure
hunting at the nearby Value Pillage. We found the
aforementioned Jesus statue of course and several
ceramic unicorns which sit proudly guarding our merch
table during every show, not to mention a neon
fannypack, some hideous imitation jean leggings, and a
shitload (emphasis on shit) of vintage grampa pyjamas.
The trip was not in vain…..
Then we decided to get greased up with a lifetime
supply of delicious poutine, the pride of Quebec.
Before we knew it, it was time to put on a rock show
for the kids, which is what Die Mannequin do best.
Swarms of hyped up teenagers loaded into the venue in
Trois-Rivières. There was also this unforgettable
older couple; the girlfriend, who let security feel
her tits when they were frisking her, and her lucky
boyfriend, who was in full biker/rocker mode with
black leather chaps and a red leather jacket with
fringes. Hott!
Die Mannequin played a tight and sweaty set. The
entire audience was wearing the new Die Mannequin
bandanas we’re giving away at the merch table. It was
funny to see little gangsta Die Mannequin thugs.
People were wearing them on their heads, as bracelets,
around their necks, ankles, thighs, shoes, etc….
After the show, we committed suicide with some
McDonalds and "borrowed" a baby seat and got scared
shitless because after our quick getaway from
McDonald’s the cops were on our tail. Our tour
manager stopped the van, and Tony was sprawled out in
the back, and this cop just opened the back door to
the van and demanded that Tony gets out. We were
terrified that it was due to the McDonalds’ Mischief
but luckily it was just a routine check up because we
had these foreign license plates from Ontario.
There’s no telling what the following tour dates might
bring………..

xoxox
Anna H.