I'm better than everyone because I got to see the SuicideGirls Live show in Montreal on Saturday. Yey!
I was there with my amazing boyfriend, with plenty of chances to run around speaking french, the ability to order wine with dinner like the adult I am, enjoy public transportation, and eat all the crepes I wanted.
I always enjoy the metro, it's convenient, and it's perfect for people watching. And we did get super lucky because the city of Montreal let everyone ride the metro for free all day on Saturday. Posters everywhere: "C'est Gratuit!" But then on Sunday we spent $10 taking it to go to a store that was further up from another one of the same that we had stopped at the day before where I had found a shirt that I LOVED, but the ones they had were all too big. So I felt bad because everyone is Catholic and everything was closed because it was a Sunday, and we spent the money to ride instead of walk because I failed to bring sensible walking shoes and all the walking from the day before had my heels bleeding
Saturday, we went to this little patisserie to get lunch, and I knew what I wanted, and I knew how to say it, but I have severe stage-fright about speaking in French because I sound so silly. So I was already getting worked up, then my boyfriend who spent 5 weeks in France this summer busts out his great French, and that was it. I ended up not getting anything, despite the fact that I was starving, because I didn't want her to immediately start talking to me in English right after she just finished the exchange with him in French. I spoke the most French on the way back to the states at the currency exchange (he wasn't with me) when the lady remembered us from the day before, addressed me in English, and then I answered in French so that's what she used for the rest of it.
We went to have dinner on Saturday, and once again he started going off in French, which was hilarious because our waitress was definitely more comfortable in English. We ended up switching, but not until after she was rushing our drink order. It would've been fine if there were only a couple choices, but no, an entire page devoted to all the bieres, vins, shooters, and digestifs one could ask for. I'm not used to ordering drinks yet because I can't here, and I'm also pathetically indecisive. It always takes me 20 minutes at a restaurant just to decide on a drink and an appetizer, so this was not a fun situation. I could've had one of everything on the menu, and I ended up drinking fucking water instead. I ended up have my first legal drink at the Saints Showbar while the horrid (sorry, they were) opening band played. Mmm $6 vodka and cranberry.
'm off to the mall to find a replica of the shirt that didn't fit, get some ice cream, and listen to a friend's sad story.
That is all.
I was there with my amazing boyfriend, with plenty of chances to run around speaking french, the ability to order wine with dinner like the adult I am, enjoy public transportation, and eat all the crepes I wanted.
I always enjoy the metro, it's convenient, and it's perfect for people watching. And we did get super lucky because the city of Montreal let everyone ride the metro for free all day on Saturday. Posters everywhere: "C'est Gratuit!" But then on Sunday we spent $10 taking it to go to a store that was further up from another one of the same that we had stopped at the day before where I had found a shirt that I LOVED, but the ones they had were all too big. So I felt bad because everyone is Catholic and everything was closed because it was a Sunday, and we spent the money to ride instead of walk because I failed to bring sensible walking shoes and all the walking from the day before had my heels bleeding
Saturday, we went to this little patisserie to get lunch, and I knew what I wanted, and I knew how to say it, but I have severe stage-fright about speaking in French because I sound so silly. So I was already getting worked up, then my boyfriend who spent 5 weeks in France this summer busts out his great French, and that was it. I ended up not getting anything, despite the fact that I was starving, because I didn't want her to immediately start talking to me in English right after she just finished the exchange with him in French. I spoke the most French on the way back to the states at the currency exchange (he wasn't with me) when the lady remembered us from the day before, addressed me in English, and then I answered in French so that's what she used for the rest of it.
We went to have dinner on Saturday, and once again he started going off in French, which was hilarious because our waitress was definitely more comfortable in English. We ended up switching, but not until after she was rushing our drink order. It would've been fine if there were only a couple choices, but no, an entire page devoted to all the bieres, vins, shooters, and digestifs one could ask for. I'm not used to ordering drinks yet because I can't here, and I'm also pathetically indecisive. It always takes me 20 minutes at a restaurant just to decide on a drink and an appetizer, so this was not a fun situation. I could've had one of everything on the menu, and I ended up drinking fucking water instead. I ended up have my first legal drink at the Saints Showbar while the horrid (sorry, they were) opening band played. Mmm $6 vodka and cranberry.
'm off to the mall to find a replica of the shirt that didn't fit, get some ice cream, and listen to a friend's sad story.
That is all.
how is you?