When I was in Cégep, I looked for something to do every night. On Mondays, it was Bourbon Street in the Laurentians; on Tuesdays, it was Café Campus, I think; on Thursdays, it was the Loft; on Fridays and Saturdays, it was hot everywhere..
But on Wednesday, there was nothing. It was a damned flat night where I’d get my strength back for the rest of the week.
25 years later, Wednesday is still the night of the week when there’s least activity. It’s as if, collectiv