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Tales of me ; first and final part : New York, GPS and princesses.



First of all, I didn't want to leave Montreal because of the people I was traveling with.
One of them is a girl I went to high school with. She is dorky (in the bad way), she is unatractive, she has been in love with me for over 7 years (who loves someone who doesn't love them back for that long?) and she doesn't TALK.
The other one is my best friend's boy friend. He is full of himself and way too aggressive for me.

At five in the morning, the girl comes to my place to pick us up. I've slept a good half hour next to the guy who's been talking, farting and pulling the covers.
I get my stuff. We get in the car. We are late. She plays some kind of gettho rap music (remember, its five in the morning).

We drive and drive and I end up changing the music.
I had been informed that, from Montreal to New York; it's a 6 hour drive. So when 4 hours have gone by, we stop to eat.

- So, how far are we?
- heum. Well, I wasn't driving too fast because of the snow.
- ok. So...
- Well, we should be there in 6 hours.
- ??!!@@##!!!@@??

It finally took us 12 hours to get to NY. After the diner, I stared at the speed thing, she was driving at 40 because there is snow and she doesn't want us to crash!

New York is great. I love the ads. I wish I could sleep in the middle of Time Square, right in front of the police thing.

I cried in front of the Marilyn Manson billboard. I was too late, the show was last week.
I started screaming, threw myself to the Tegan and Sara posters to take pictures of me kissing paper and therefore caused some traffic on 5th.

It's so warm in New York. We were disoriented from the cold of Montreal, so we spent the week wearing T-Shirts.

We discovered that americans don't like canadian money. They don't even want to take our quarters. For their information, we graciously take american money in Canada, even if it is sometimes lower then ours (this statement won't be accurate for long).

There were no cockroaches in our bedroom, but I am certain showering "with socks" was a good idea.

I saw Avenue Q on broadway and am curently listening to "it's only for now" over and over hoping my brain will memorize it's meaning.

The second day of our trip, the girl left at 6 in the morning to return to Canada, without waking us up.
She left with all my IDs and some of my money.
I joyfully called the canadian consulate. Spoke to a nice woman who explained I might just be deported back, but I should try to pass the borders anyway.

I got to the canadian customs and, as a well raised canadian, spoke the truth when asked questions :

- What is the total value of the purchases you are taking back with you?
- 1500 $ !!!
- Bob!!! We have an I-19!, she screamed to the other guy with a badge.

My face turned whiter.

- Heum. Wh...?
- I'll ask the questions!
- You are only aloud to a total of 400 $ for a 3 days stay. You said you have 1500 $. You will have to pay the taxes on 1500 $.

She then started adding my bills. Luckly, I always lose everything, and we only found some of them. My total official purchases were clear under the limit. I was safe.

I have bought enough stuff to survive the whole summer; I kind of lost myself at the Armani stores, and am now broke but well dressed because of it.

I had a wonderful trip, met amazing people and went to the Disney Store everyday to take pictures with each Disney princess.

I am happy (for now)!