“For memories to last forever, they must first be created.”
It was something I said at some point during the weekend and it came true fully. Iâ€™ve made nine trips to Montreal and this one was the best Iâ€™ve made. We had a great group, went for four nights, had a lot of laughs and drinks and really did things up well.
Five of us went up. Of them, it was my ninth as Iâ€™ve said. One had made it eight, one seven and the other two were making the second.
However, because Iâ€™m not a fan of writing really long-ass blog entries, hereâ€™s what Iâ€™m going to do. For the next three-four days, Iâ€™m going to write up each day and night as a separate entry. This way I donâ€™t lose what I was writing again.
So here it is: day one of the trip. Aug. 3, 2005.
We leave Delhi around 10:30 and make our way toward Canada. About an hour into the trip, it seems to get warm in the van we have. Remember, this is after leaving my Jetta home. Oy! Eventually, the AC is blowing out warm air and itâ€™s apparently the compressor. So down go the windows and we do it the old-fashioned way. Good times! But the worst part of all this is that we canâ€™t hear the people in the back, so talking is hard. Even hearing music is hard.
So we get through Albany and the Lake George area and then it starts. If you have ever been on 87 up through this youâ€™ll know what weâ€™re dealing with. Rolling mountains, green _ a really pretty drive.
So whereâ€™s the problem, you might ask? Well, allow me to tell you.
It never ends. Seriously. The exits are barely near one another, the mountains get bigger, and you wonder if it will ever come to an end. For you outdoorsy people, this must be pretty solid of a drive. But when youâ€™ve made it eight other times, it gets kind of boring. And itâ€™s about 190 miles through all of it, give or take. Crazy.
Either way, we get through it all and know that because it starts to get flatter up around Plattsburgh. We stopped for lunch, made it up to the border and through in about two minutes. People should really make sure they have birth certificates or passports _ it makes life a lot easier.
Anyway, we exchange money (the rate was only 1.19, which kind of sucked) and get to our hotel, check in and hang out. We visited a place we usually like a bit, Dundees, ate dinner and grabbed a couple of cabs to the Casino. What sucked was MY cab was slow and chicken-shit, and we got smoked by the other taxi. Bastards.
Or to quote Hustle: Balls.
I did win about 50 bucks at the casino, betting at the OTB. Good times. That was OK. Made it back to the hotel, two of us went to a strip club and the others went to a bar. The guys should have joined us at a strip club. We only made one the whole weekend and the one we picked was well worth it. Some great looking women and pretty good talent, for the most part!
We were set to meet at midnight at one place we usually go to. An hour and half later, we head out (11:30), and go to the one bar. A phone call is placed and it turns out these other guys are in a packed bar with a huge line, so weâ€™re not going there to meet them.
Instead, we meet a table of three girls. Sit down and had a wonderful evening chatting. The others eventually joined us for the rest of the night. However, we got pretty bombed, which was a blast.
In fact, it was just the start of four nights of many beers. Iâ€™m sure this wasnâ€™t that exciting, but Iâ€™ll try and spice it up as I explain each night. More later at some pointâ€¦
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