Dear Suicide Girl (Mainly Poppy)
Last weekend I was fortunate enough to visit Montreal Canada from Friday til Sunday. Boy did I have an amazing time. We departed 11 am Friday and arrived in Montreal ahead of schedule at around 5. We briefly unpacked and then hit the town, me my suitemates Gabe and Sam, Kristen, and the girls who live across the hall Alex, Alex, Cindy, and Chelsea. We hit up a restaurant on St. Catherine St. (the street to be on for bars, strip clubs, porn stores, and a lot of other things) for some food and a couple of drinks. The place was atrociously understaffed, and the drinks were watered down.
We started walking for blocks looking for more bars to go to until we came across Segafredo which had live jazz music playing so we walked in. The place was crowded but we took over the bar and made quick friends with the bar tender and off duty workers. We stayed for hours, drinking and chatting, and smoking cigarettes outside. We parted ways and hit up more bars just me and Gabe. We went to Sr. Winston Churchill's and eventually made our way back to Segafredo, which had cleared out and I drank another Kamikaze with Gabe.
In our drunk state we went next door to the strip club Chateau du Sexe. (The deal was since Gabe is gay, he would accompany me to a strip club, if I went to him with one, which thankfully we were too drunk and tired Saturday night to get to his). Anyway Gabe turned away from the naked woman to watch the news on television while I went in the back to get lapdances. I was taken to a booth where I discovered you can touch the stripper while she grinds all over you the only rule being "Don't touch the pussy" (She said with a French accent) After all that grinding I stumbled out of the back beer in hand grinning ear to ear according to Gabe. We called it a night after that walking back to the hotel. I had to help Gabe as he stumbled, and fell face down once we got into the room. I pulled him onto the bed from the floor and he passed out almost immediately. I layed down on the bed and passed out with my clothes on. I woke to Sam and Kristen and the girls walking in seeing us passed out on the bed with our clothes on. We chatted for a bit and then shortly after Gabe woke up to puke. (Thankfully I did not puke all weekend).
Saturday morning Gabe and I rose to meet up with his friend Fitzy from McGuill. We walked down St. Catherine again, witnessing a political protest against Harper, the prime minister. People were marching with signs and chanting in French in the middle of the street while a cop car followed behind with the rest of traffic. We ate lunch at this diner kind of chain called Nickel's. Then we went to the arcade across the street where we spent an hour nerding it up. I played Time Crisis 3, House of the Dead, a couple of others and of course DDR. This is probably the nerdiest game I'm into but since I normally can't find arcades I had to take my chance to play it.
We walked back to the hotel picking up some souvenirs for me it was a tee shirt and a shot glass. Then we witnessed our first snowfall of the season which didn't stick but it was still amazing to see. Back at the hotel we were hoping to swim in a warm pool, which turned out to be freezing despite being indoors. I spent more time in the sauna in the locker room haha. We met up with the girls and went out again to drink at Segafredo, after hours of drinking and hanging out with Marty and Robby who work there, we set out for a hookah bar the girls had visited the night before. We smoked two different blends and listened to awesome stories from the Russian kid who worked there. Our night ended around 3:30 but not without Alex puking from the booze/hookah combo. I fell asleep, and had to wake up and check out for 10am.
Last night I saw the Departed with my friend Kat. It was a good movie. I liked it but I did not love it. It was certainly better than Scorcese's last few outings like Aviator and Gangs of New York. My friend Kat didn't like the editing and some of the shots and she complained about continuity, that's what happens when you go to movies with film majors. Anyway, people seemed confused but I didn't find the movie that confusing, I got things. I really like the fact that the Dropkick Murphys were used in the movie, very appropriate for movie about Boston. My only major complaint was Jack Nicholson's Boston accent was only around for about the first five minutes of the movie, and then left which sucked. Do it right or not at all I say.
Last weekend I was fortunate enough to visit Montreal Canada from Friday til Sunday. Boy did I have an amazing time. We departed 11 am Friday and arrived in Montreal ahead of schedule at around 5. We briefly unpacked and then hit the town, me my suitemates Gabe and Sam, Kristen, and the girls who live across the hall Alex, Alex, Cindy, and Chelsea. We hit up a restaurant on St. Catherine St. (the street to be on for bars, strip clubs, porn stores, and a lot of other things) for some food and a couple of drinks. The place was atrociously understaffed, and the drinks were watered down.
We started walking for blocks looking for more bars to go to until we came across Segafredo which had live jazz music playing so we walked in. The place was crowded but we took over the bar and made quick friends with the bar tender and off duty workers. We stayed for hours, drinking and chatting, and smoking cigarettes outside. We parted ways and hit up more bars just me and Gabe. We went to Sr. Winston Churchill's and eventually made our way back to Segafredo, which had cleared out and I drank another Kamikaze with Gabe.
In our drunk state we went next door to the strip club Chateau du Sexe. (The deal was since Gabe is gay, he would accompany me to a strip club, if I went to him with one, which thankfully we were too drunk and tired Saturday night to get to his). Anyway Gabe turned away from the naked woman to watch the news on television while I went in the back to get lapdances. I was taken to a booth where I discovered you can touch the stripper while she grinds all over you the only rule being "Don't touch the pussy" (She said with a French accent) After all that grinding I stumbled out of the back beer in hand grinning ear to ear according to Gabe. We called it a night after that walking back to the hotel. I had to help Gabe as he stumbled, and fell face down once we got into the room. I pulled him onto the bed from the floor and he passed out almost immediately. I layed down on the bed and passed out with my clothes on. I woke to Sam and Kristen and the girls walking in seeing us passed out on the bed with our clothes on. We chatted for a bit and then shortly after Gabe woke up to puke. (Thankfully I did not puke all weekend).
Saturday morning Gabe and I rose to meet up with his friend Fitzy from McGuill. We walked down St. Catherine again, witnessing a political protest against Harper, the prime minister. People were marching with signs and chanting in French in the middle of the street while a cop car followed behind with the rest of traffic. We ate lunch at this diner kind of chain called Nickel's. Then we went to the arcade across the street where we spent an hour nerding it up. I played Time Crisis 3, House of the Dead, a couple of others and of course DDR. This is probably the nerdiest game I'm into but since I normally can't find arcades I had to take my chance to play it.
We walked back to the hotel picking up some souvenirs for me it was a tee shirt and a shot glass. Then we witnessed our first snowfall of the season which didn't stick but it was still amazing to see. Back at the hotel we were hoping to swim in a warm pool, which turned out to be freezing despite being indoors. I spent more time in the sauna in the locker room haha. We met up with the girls and went out again to drink at Segafredo, after hours of drinking and hanging out with Marty and Robby who work there, we set out for a hookah bar the girls had visited the night before. We smoked two different blends and listened to awesome stories from the Russian kid who worked there. Our night ended around 3:30 but not without Alex puking from the booze/hookah combo. I fell asleep, and had to wake up and check out for 10am.
Last night I saw the Departed with my friend Kat. It was a good movie. I liked it but I did not love it. It was certainly better than Scorcese's last few outings like Aviator and Gangs of New York. My friend Kat didn't like the editing and some of the shots and she complained about continuity, that's what happens when you go to movies with film majors. Anyway, people seemed confused but I didn't find the movie that confusing, I got things. I really like the fact that the Dropkick Murphys were used in the movie, very appropriate for movie about Boston. My only major complaint was Jack Nicholson's Boston accent was only around for about the first five minutes of the movie, and then left which sucked. Do it right or not at all I say.
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And unfortunately, the exhibit closed this past weekend