Doug, Shut up. We're like the Honeymooners. One of these days Alice, Bang! Zoom! Right to the moon! I had a fucking blast with you this weekend, especially because we're not afraid to give each other shit. Hope you got home alright by the way.
So where was I? So Quebec is Flat. We went driving along our way for a while, and we finally saw Montreal! Of course, we saw it from miles away, and eventually got there and Hey! There was a crazy theme park there! I really wanna try out them rollercoasters if I get to go back there anytime soon.
We got lost for a while but we finally pulled up to the hostel, found some parking real close and got ourselves situated. There was a very nice dog and frenchman managing the place and it was quite the fun looking hostel. Very hip and homey. He warned us about how parking meters are hard to spot in the city and how parking cops are dicks, and we should look out for that. We thanked him and decided to kick while we waited for the wedding reception, since we missed the boat on the wedding itself.
We walked outside to get our stuff from the car, and it was amazing. Not 10 minutes into being in Montreal, the parking ticket ninjas had been and gone and my car was their victim. I decided to deal with that when it came back to bite me in the ass and we moved on our merry way. We found this really nice park with a pond and walkers and a ton of fun things to watch like jugglers and dancers and old people and we started kicking around. I was feeling pretty good and hit a couple nice new moves.

whirl war, swirl and then a bit later fairy ss whirl bsos and i'm pretty sure that was the first time i've hit that move either side! Doug decided to regulate me

and hit blurry whirl>whirl rpt, which was awesome, and I was really amazed at Doug's skeelz, double downs are looking so easy for him, as well as his classic spinny, ducky, osisy style coming along. It was so great to play with someone again!
It was only about an hour of shred before we had to head back to the hostel and get showered and changed for the reception. We had a couple bagels before we left and set off down the street and out into the big world, looking great, like a couple of great looking guys out in the big world. We stopped in at a little shop near the reception for some beers and a gift bottle of wine and some gatorade and promptly got lost within 100 yards of La Sala Rosa, the reception place. We had to backtrack and look around for a while, and finally it turned out the only sign for the thing was on an 8.5 x 11 inch sheet of paper on the door, so we couldn't be blamed.
Well, we waltzed right into that Sala Rosa (or I suppose salsa'd in, as the Spanish do) and found the place almost entirely devoid of wedding guests. They hadn't arrived yet but we sat down at the bar and lo and behold it was Johnny Suderman and JP, aka skankin on modified. I hadn't seen Johnny in forever and we all sat down at the bar and had ourselves a nice beer. By the end of that one, though, the guests had started arriving so we went up to the reception room and Doug and I managed to find a seat in the back of the room where we could drink our 12 pack out of sight of the bar. Eventually JP and Johnny came to join us and the reception began.
I'll start off by saying I love weddings and the receptions that follow. Nothing's better than the hope and happiness of a newlywed couple, along with booze and happy people who all look great, coupled with music. This one was no exception. I hadn't really met Nick Laroche before and he welcomed me into the wedding like a long lost brother. There were handshake lines and speeches (James' was awesome, I wanna do a best man's speech someday, even if I'm no great shakes at writing), gifts and song singing and the classic bride and groom smashing cake in each other's faces. I happened to mention in an offhand way to Johnny that I wanted cake smashed in my face someday, and shortly thereafter the night got out of hand. The war started when we fed each other cupcakes and smashed them in each other's face, which I thought was cheeky and fun, but Bearded Johnny couldn't get the smell or taste off his face, and soon went on the war path. Along with JP and Doug, I think more frosting was smashed in our faces than we ate that night. Loved every second of it. We all got up and danced to manies of memorable songs like 500 miles ... and others. I got to dance with Mel, a very nice girl with an incredible back tattoo and sooner than anyone wanted, the night was closing out, the bar was closing up, and the busboy found our empty 12 pack when he cleared the tablecloths. It was time to leave.
The walk home got to be a bit more of a death march. I must have done something strange to my hip or not stretched it out enough after playing that day because walking back was really getting to me and making me irritable. It wasn't helped much when both Doug and I couldn't find the hostel for a while, but the idea is pretty hilarious now, how much we got lost and backtracked in a single weekend. I think we essentially walked and drove enough for two trips worth of Montreal.
Well, the night just got more ridiculous. We got back to the hostel and our 9 bed room was crowded, under ventilated and full of heat and jerks who turned the light on at three in the GOD damn morning. But 6 hours of sleep or so later we got up and we were refreshed? We got up in any case and had a couple more bagels and got some coffee around the Tam Tams and eventually kicked around with Johnny, JP and James. hmm 3 J's. Funny. Twas quite the fun time watching folks play, but my hip was really not helping anything and I had to sit out more than I would have liked. I hit a bunch of flip merlins trying to hit it b2b, but that was probably my only highlight. Doug on the other hand was tearing things up like a strongman with a phonebook, and people took notice. Some dudes filming for music video footage stopped by for like a half hour, hour or so to film us playing and it was awesome hearing all the gasps and "holy shit"s they came out with.
Shortly enough, though, the trip had to come to an end in order to get Doug back to Boston that night, and we had to head home. We stopped near the border for some nice canadian candy. I introduced Doug to Bueno, the poor man's Ferraro Rocher, which for me is probably up there with snickers in my top 5 candy bars. We crossed the border without them giving us too much lip and finally rolled back into Burlington. We got Doug some food and managed to get a bus out of Burlington and the weekend was unfortunately over, with very little time left for me to sleep that night. I can't wait for fall. School again, I can sleep for so much longer, man oh man I'm tired all the time. I'm gonna be such a happier person then.
If you didn't read this, just know that I had a Great Time in Montreal with Doug and all my friends, new and old. The end. I just wish we had some pictures. Next time. I see it all now