Tuesday, February 16, 2010

"Things I want to do before I'm 35" #7 - Go to Montreal!

So, I've started following all these blogs because they're awesome and now I don't have time to read all the blogs I'm following and it's causing me all kinds of anxiety.  Every time I open my blogger dashboard and see all the new posts my chest seizes up and I almost have a stroke because I DON'T HAVE TIME TO READ ALL OF THE AWESOME.  So then I just close the window and slam my laptop shut and huddle in the corner shaking.  You might have guessed by now that I don't like to leave things unfinished.  And that I'm a fucking weirdo.  Anyhoo, if you notice that I haven't commented on your blog for a while, it's not because I don't love you.  It's because I'm curled up in the fetal position under my bed.

But on to more important things.  I went to Montreal!

A few weeks ago I texted my friend asking what she was doing for the long weekend and she said, "Nothing", so I said, "Let's go to Montreal!"  So we did.  Saturday morning we packed ourselves, along with my friend's friend and a dude I work with, into my car and away we went.  The drive was very nice.  We managed to find an 80's radio station so we were having a blast belting out Rod Stewart and Bryan Adams at the top of our lungs when dude says that he brought his Micheal Bolton's greatest hits CD but he left it in his bag which was in the back and I laughed because usually when a 25 year old black dude tells me that he brought his Micheal Bolton's greatest hits CD but left it in his bag he's joking, but in this case, he totally wasn't.  So, if you happened to be driving to Montreal on the 401 and you saw a little red car drive by you with three white girls and one black dude singing Micheal Bolton at the top of their lungs?  That was us.

Before I left everyone told me that I had better watch out because those people from Montreal are sure crazy drivers and I was always like, yeah, I navigate the 401 every day and I've driven in the city of TORONTO many times so I think I can probably handle Montreal.  But guess what?  Those people from Montreal are sure crazy drivers.  Holy. Shit.  And it's not like they just drive fast, because they do, but it's also that the streets are really narrow and they seem to have no sense of the concept of lanes.  It's just one giant free for all.  And that is one free for all I did not enjoy taking a part in.  So, after we parked at the hotel, that is where the car stayed.  Thank goodness for taxis and subways.

Saturday night was the birthday of one of our mutual friends and she had rented out this cool club and had a DJ and stuff.  The theme was "60's soul" so everyone dressed up as if they were from the 60's, except me because I don't really have any fashion sense for today let alone another decade and my friend was getting really tired of me asking, "Is this 60's?" so I just left it and wore a sweater dress.  It was a really fun party though and I danced all night and, bizarrely, saw a lot of people I knew from Saskatchewan who had moved to Montreal and I EVEN stayed out until 2am!  In the morning!  I honestly can't remember when I willingly stayed up that late.  This is the non-stop party that is my life.

Then, the next day, we walked around old Montreal which was really cool but everything was closed except the cupcake place, thank god, because I'm not sure how I could have lived without stuffing more sugar in my face after drinking 56 Red Bulls the night before and then having pancakes for breakfast.  Then we went shopping and I bought my first pair of skinny jeans which I am still a little unsure about.  As I mentioned earlier in this post, I'm not really up on the fashion and I had to keep reaffirming with my friend that, yes, they were supposed to be this tight but that was ok because they will stretch and it's ok if the bottoms are a bit short because you wear them in boots, and this was after I almost had a panic attack because there were too many types of jeans in the store and I didn't know where to start so I just left but was then gently guided back in by my friend who told me soothingly that she would help.  And then I was like, "Where is the greeter?" And then she cried.

That night, which was Valentines Day night, we rented a movie at the hotel and ate pizza because we're both single and decided that we might as well just give up and get fat.  I will note that I did make it through Valentines Day without punching someone and that was one of my New Years resolutions so there you go.

On Monday, which was a holiday in Ontario but not in Montreal, we went searching for a chocolate supply shop because my friend is taking a chocolate making course, and this was a bit of an adventure because we didn't know where it was and were given wrong directions so we ended up walking for 20 minutes in the freezing windy cold before we decided to stop and ask someone else for directions because my friend was getting a bit frustrated and I tried to cheer her up by asking if we could pretend we were on The Amazing Race and I started running around and yelling that we NEEDED TO GET TO THE CHOCOLATE SHOP AND DOESN'T ANYONE AROUND HERE SPEAK ENGLISH?!!  I might have made it worse though.

And then we drove home and it was really busy and everyone slept but me except I almost did and just about killed everyone so we had to stop to get a coffee at the busiest gas station ever.

The End.


www.erinkelly.ca said...

please please please audition for the amazing race. or just have someone follow you with a camera.
you are more entertaining than canadian idol auditions.

also (in case it is unclear) that is a compliment.

May-B said...

That was awesome. I wish I could have seen it.

Amanda said...

I know exactly how you feel with the blogs. I seriously spend a ridiculous amount of time reading awesome blogs. I wish that was my job.

I swear, the more I read about Canada the more I want to BE in Canada. Sounds like an amazing trip all around.

notquiteawake said...

Everyone should come to Canada! Amanda, you can stay with me when you come and visit.

Wanderer said...

Too funny - how boring life would be if you just had a regular adventure eh. :-)

Lindzle said...

I love Michael Bolton. I saw him a year ago at Rama in concert. I was the youngest one in the room, but I just figured it gave me more opportunity to be his love interest for the night (it may have been presumptuous of me that he desired me over the 65 year old grandma next to me but I'm happy living in a world of delusion).