When you're little, the start of summer will happen as soon as school ends, and then it's a juvenile sort of debauchery that no one need be ashamed of. Holy fuck, little Michelle used to think, I get to ride my bike around the suburbs for two fucking months!!!.

Now that I'm something of a grownup, or at least I'm not a kid, I've come to understand that your start-of-summer can happen any way you want it to. Yesterday after my measly half-day at the office, I called Graham and informed him that the time had arrived at last for us to hang out in Queen's Park. We did this for approximately two hours, then got pints on a patio 'cause hey, there's nothing socially unacceptable about drinking at 2 p.m. on a patio on a beautiful day. Then ate falafels in that weird little strip of parks until 6 p.m. while we watched the area's property values sink.

First sunburn of the season. Status: totally worth it.

Later, after the BPPA seasonal send-off with former classmates and BPPA kids, Broken Social Scene played a quiet and unannounced show at the Rivoli in support of Ibi Kaslik's new book Skinny. We missed the book-launch part of the night but were there with all the author and the band's friends and family. Nice crowd. Too bad I left the bad show early.

Well I thought I liked Broken Social Scene. In retrospect I think I was just hungry. Branden has informed me that my calling the free show crap is the only objective review possible; you never want to say you paid to see a bad show. Makes sense.

Read below for the bad part of the evening. If you feel like it. Me, I'd skip it. It sounds pretty whiny and bloggy to me.