Damn that city rocks! After three nights of fine eating, drinking, and hedonistic activity, it was tough to face reality back in Toronto. Montrealers know how to party, how to make a meal that is covered by a block of good cheese, and they seem to be genuinely friendly. Bar and restaurant staff talk to you like human beings instead of money hungry salespeople (What a concept!) Hell, one waiter didn't have any beer so he told me to go across the street to the Depaneur and buy some. The beer was sold to me by two six year old girls. Great city!
In the midst of all this there was a hockey tournament and I played like a one legged blind man who had never skated before. It could've been the whisky, it might have been the gin, or maybe I should practice my skating more and show up to games without a hangover. But then it wouldn't be the Canadian way! I was in pain for a couple of days afterwards but it was fun.
And on the last day I bought a Norman guitar (Quebec is world famous for it's acoustic guitars. They've got some world class luthiers there.) A perfect finish to a perfect weekend.
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