Montreal

I finally made it out of the country and out of that sardine can on wheels. When I got here yesterday, it was mid-morning. My intent was to move on as quickly as possible, however I really should have booked my bus ticket online, these god damned quebes are booked solid through the weekend. Reluctantly I set off looking for entertainment in the city of lights.

First stop:

The Biodome was wild, I spent the whole morning and part of my afternoon there. A nice Indian Canadian sold me some hash, which really made the whole experience more interesting. He wasn't friendly enough to stick around and tour it with me, well maybe friendly isn't the right word--everybody has to hustle. Even in Canada you gotta do it just to get by.

After the Biodome I went down to Rue St. Catherine, found a nice Irish bar, and started drinking. My wallet $50 lighter, I started talking to a cute group of girls up from UVM for a wild weekend. After a couple more drinks, some for them, from me, and some bit more for myself, we left for dinner. That was nice. At this point I knew I'd found some good traveling friends.

Mc Donalds in Quebec has poutine. Its gross. Don't eat it. The fast food was gross, they must have wanted to save money or something--they clearly don't eat Mcy'd's on the reg because these girls are real dimes. No way do they keep those complexions, those butts, gluts, quads, and tits on a Mc'diet.

The girls brought some molly up with them. We took it. We rolled hard all over town, clubbing our asses off. When Tiesto's Traffic came on... OMG! Check it out, you'll understand:


It was a really fun night. They invited me to stay at the quality inn with them. . . which was also fun.

All too soon it was, of course morning. I booked the hotel room for tomorrow night, I hope the girls decide to stay. If I go as hard as I did last night I'll defiantly snooze the whole next leg of my bus journey.

Okay, I'm out of quarters for this computer, so, until next time,
-Karrot Krunched!