Take me to my streets

Last weekend a bunch of us watched the english match and drank a lot of beer at a friend of a friend of a friend's place...
Spent the week trying to figure out why I am spending time looking for shitty jobs that I know I won't prosper in.
But now, it's the weekend and that means - drinking. This is a special weekend, it's the St.Laurent Street festival weekend, so even if I didn't want to drink, I'd have to.
Last night we wandered around and secretly drank beer on the street. The fake police tried to stop us, but we persisted. And, as always we ended up in the park drinking.
Today we will be sauntering up and down St. Laurent, eating some food and watching all the beautiful losers.
Tonight, it will be drinking again and hopefully some dancing. We may go to the Jupiter room or Barfly or Copa or something. If anyone can pick me out of the crowds, I will let you buy me a beer. Maybe even two. Hey, let's face it. It'll be three.
I will have a Batman pin somewhere on my persona and I will most likely be wearing a white top.
I also have curly dark hair, but so do a lot of folks.

Mmmmmmmm, coffee is calling somehow, and I can hear it!