after the game....dancing fool....more pubs and parties.

after the game my buzz was on and strong,we went back to the girls house to pick them up for the club. we were going to meet a bunch of couchsurfers at a place called le douge,i think. anyway it was a pretty cool place,expensive drinks,but the music was good,and i actually danced,yeah like a fool.sometimes it just takes a good song and drink to get me going. i was wearing my canadians shirt from the hockey game,and by the time i was done,sweating and dancing,oh that reminds me i should probably take that out of my bag and wash that.

so we danced and danced and danced.really not getting a chance to shoot the shit with anyone,music was too loud,but from what i could see,everyone was having a blast and for now thats all that mattered.
i went downstairs to the pizza shop,3 cold slices later i was ready to get back upstairs.and now the night is almost over,i slow danced 8th grade style with faye to the slow part of grease lightning,it was hilarious.and thats about all from that first night.

next day was the picnic in mont royal park,11-5.
so of course we arrived late,fashionably,4pm. one hour left,it was overcast and cold and from the turnout it looks like most people had the same thoughts of stayin in bed today like we did. we got there in just enough time to smoke mayas hookah.did she bring this from vegas?ill have to ask her when i see her again this weekend.
so the hookahs done and now everyone wants to go to yazes so cari from england can make us dinner.

we fit 8 people into niks saturn.2 in front,4 in back and 2 in the trunk.
arriving at yazes we beat him there. not sure if this was the place on christopher colombus ave. but the door was unlocked,we stealthily crept in and found a passport,and some luggage.yup,these are surfers,so we made ourselves at home, ran to the store for beer,cari started coooking and slowyly everyone arrived.think we had 22 of us. and like jesus,that small piece of meat and potatoes she made fed everyone. and the yorkshire pudding was great,but i still insist its not pudding. pudding you eat with a spoon,like jell-o pudding snacks,everyone knows that,and when they made the caramello ones,mmmmmm.anyway yorkshire pudding for those of you that have never had it,is basically pancake mix in muffin cups and baked like a bread.

after dinner the party continued,more beer,very nice setting,not a loud bar so we really got the chance to talk and hangout.then i was sent on a mission,which i knew was a bad idea in the first place.walk 20min with grettele to fayes house to get the vodka,and then run grets bag to her host house.i never saw the party again....

but faye appears on our walk back...their leaving for the irish pub she says.mike will be here in a minute to pick you up,of course full and no room for me. so in front of the police station,we pop the trunk,my turn. and as im riding in the trunk with gret all i could do is pray and think of horrible visions of us getting t-boned and my ass turned to hamburger in the trunk of a saturn,not a very poetic style i would have wished to go out in.
but i was spared one more day,thank the good lord.

we park,the trunk pops and gret and i immediatley hop out, shocking to every passerby on peele street. it must have been like watching a clown car pull up.
inside Mcleans irish pub awaited about 40 surfers.drinking paralyzers and philosophys and all types of expensive clever named potions.
we got to chat for a bit and drink,laugh,smoke,we went with peter to the park across the street,one more late night session before bed.

havnt seen jacinthe or sophie since day one,they had work and school so couldnt play too much since that first night of dancing,but they let us have the run of their loft and come and go as we please.
they should have been there monday. i thought it was the best day. we were suppose to leave,but we went back to yazes to get my sweater,b's sweater actually,a little zip up hoodie that i just love to throw on. and as we arrive so does marko and jose and a few others, they were hungry and on thier way to eat,so we joined and ended up marching an army across the city for about 2 1/2. meeting up halfway with about 20 others,we conviently congregated in front of a liqour store. well if were going to walk and its cold out,we better get a drink, marko and the scottsman agreed of course.southern comfort it is,lets start the march.

lily led us somewhere,up sherbrooke,down some other street,over to st.catharines.pointing out sites along the way.all along we all held hands,arms in arms,kicked plastic water bottles like a soccer game all through the city,swigging from SoCo,laughing,smoking,handing out couchsurfing business cards like the guys passing porn cards in vegas to anyone that would take one.photo ops,pee breaks,dont really know where we were going,but we did pick up two other surfers, scottsman bought more beer,peter pulled a pipe,oh yeah its going to be one of these days,damnit why cant i stay longer and continue this party............
responsiblity.oh damn you. i must return to buffalo and go to the birthday hockey game with my little bro,no amount of partying can make up for missing that with him.hes 14 and im sure he'll want to remember this with me.one of my few times home with the family,i think i can handle that.

so the party is almost over,we stopped at this little greasy spoon with smoked meat special,what got us was cheap beers,and $6 dollar plates of food. travelers wont complain about that. i talked to the owner,got us $10 pitchers,let him know what we were all about,where we were all from,what we did,how we enjoyed mtl.
i think all he saw was a bunch of loud funny travelers,a mix from every corner,drinking and laughing and having a good time in his restaurant.he was pleased. and i as well.
damn i hope they tipped well.me and marko collected money for the beer tab.at least i know she made a good tip off that,all the extra collection went to her tip.

time to part. so sad,hugs went around,i miss them already,my traveling family,a collage of characters so unique and full of amazing qualities,that i cannot wait to meet them again in whatever city we choose,im there.they are my brothers and sisters from another place,but we all have the same goal of unity,and friendship,and my cheeks hurt from smiling. how can you not be in a good mood when surrounded by this much love and companionship.
so my heart and stomach was full on the ride home.we made it across the border no probs. and our cheebah was waiting,patiently in the 3rd bush which made the rest of the 6 hour trip just sail along. i had to drive the rest of the night home.mikes a bad driver,kinda,he just spaces alot,and im a freak driver,i cannot sleep or take my eyes off the road if i dont feel completely safe in a vehicle.

2am im home,and in front of this screen mtl seems like a faded dream somewhere.except its weird because i dont really dream much.
gone already amongst the smoke and memories in my brain,i dont want to believe its over already.but its really just the beginnning.a new adventure opens in las vegas this weekend with jack and dean.
on the road......
breathe....