Ok, I’ve procrastinated long enough. Time to finish the story of my trip to Montreal. I’m going to do the final three days here, in a shorter version, all as one. Just a lot easier that way.
Anyhoo, you’ve all see Wednesday by now, I’d imagine.
Onto Thursday, we actually got up rather early. Had breakfast at a place we usually do (Peel Pub, if you get a chance to be in Montreal, eat breakfast there. Cheap and a big-ass serving.)
Some of us walked around the city a little, caught some sights. Problem is, we have a situation where we’ve seen most of the tourist spots by now. And we were pretty far away from the other side of the city to see new stuff, so it was basically a walk around the city to have some fun and all. Nothing major.
Thursday night we went to a Montreal Alouettes game. Good times. Let me see if I can capture this well enough. First, we walked from the hotel. It was a bit of a hike, but not too bad. We got there and got in and I have to say this… some D-III college stadiums are better than this joint. It’s a nice place and all, but not what I would envision for a professional team. We were in one of the endzones and the bleachers were like you’d see at a high school game. Six rows off the field and all, not too bad overall.
Before I get to the game, we were in sections where they give shit away. Guys get you all wound up and throw shit to you. It’s a shame where we were, because the other couple of sections had hotties winding those fans up. We had some dude.
Balls. (to quote Hustle).
The game, well, it’s different. It’s a lot of fun (Montreal whooped some ass) and it seems like the game is second to the people there. Don’t get me wrong, they pay attention and really go nuts when needed, but they pay attention to everything. During TV timeouts, they do stuff (such as setting things up on the field and having people go for prizes). We left after three quarters cause it was such an ass-whipping, but it was fun.
That night, one of the guys went to the casino, two opted to eat and stay in, and me and one other went out. We went to Hatters, then to a place called Grumpy’s. Not many were there, but a hottie singing, so we stuck for a while. Had a good conversation with the bartender, then went to Cheers, but nobody was there, so back to Hatters.
Had some shots, some drinks and I got left by myself (like I have a problem making friends). Met a guy named John, who is an American Indian. it was his birthday and did a bunch of shots and drinks with him and got hammered (for the second straight night). Found my way back to the hotel and called it good.
Up Friday whenever we woke up, went and at breakfast at another good place (Chez Coras), then didn’t do much. Two of us walked into the city and just peek around some shops etc. Made reservations for dinner at a steak house, back to the hotel and watched some Motocross dudes do some crazy-ass jumps. So glad we had a balcony and we could see where they had Crescent St. closed off.
Now, for dinner, if you are in Montreal, go to Alouettes. Well worth the trip. Prices are good, food is even better. You’ll enjoy. The dude cooks steak out in the open and we were sitting right next to him, so we got to chat it up a little.
We then went out to, you guessed it, Mad Hatters again. Stayed there for the night, got blitzed, met some great people and had a good time.
Saturday was quick (being the last day). Two of us went to the port, walked around some, I got a chair massage on the port and we ended up eating at Dundees again. After that, we watched some of the live music on Crescent St, watched the Motocross crazies from the ground and then went to the hotel for a few before heading back out to Mad Hatters.
This is where it got crazy.
Now remember, me and one other had been there all four nights. The other three had been there three. We had made friends with the bartenders, shot girls, bouncers and manager. Saturday we felt like VIPs.
It was simply amazing.
They treated us so well. Allowed us to stay about 45 minutes after hours and drink a little extra. They even bought us some shots. That’s a night never in my life will I forget. They treated us like we were one of their own. And I know I can’t wait to go back. Now given, we spent a lot of money there over four nights, but these people were great.
We met a bunch of people over our four nights and a bunch were out Saturday with us, too.
Oh, and a quick story. One of the groups we hung out with. Apparently on Friday, in a drunken state of mind, I popped out some French on them. And was decent, so they said. They came up to us Saturday and I had no clue who they were (the others did). And they were telling me about me talking French. Tell me, how the hell do I do it drunk but can’t speak a lick of it sober?
It’s what a vacation is all about. And what a vacation should be. I met people I hope to keep in touch with for years to come. And hopefully, I hope anyway, it won’t be the last time all of us venture to that city together.