mont reeeeeeeeeeeal (okay on the enlglish side, shunned on the french side) was an adventure. it's time i began taking advantage of buffalo's geography beyond pennsylvania and ohio, because there's lots of canada and new york to explore that has thus far been left untamed. justin and mike were interesting voyage partners. neither of them EVER leaves the buffalo area, which is so weird to me. yet all too true. so all jokes lead back to buffalo. their favorite things were this bag we saw on the highway while we were waiting to get our ticket, and st hubert, le poulet cher. moi, j'ai adore que le francais etait partout, et je me sentais victorieuse parce que je comprendrais beaucoup de la langue. we learned french slang. we looked at things and people. we can never return, unless i pay those tickets, which i guess i will. we did not hit up the french clubbing scene, unfortunately, nor did we find the karaoke we so desperately desired. we did find the sex district. and the "peace and love" district. i saw no water, but there was this tilty tower in the distance. in montreal, almost everyone speaks both french and english, which is perfect for me in terms of comprehension. mazzy was an AWESOME hostess, she even sang us to sleep. and took us to an uncomfortably fancy italian dinner. luckily, we won 'em over with charm. and a lasagna-eating challenge, and the lighting of the candle.
tomorrow the search for karaoke will finally be fruitful.
because
we're
going to the tudor lounge, which sounds sketchaholic, but
if i can handle it,
you can handle it.
montreal slang -- "casse!" (equals "sucka, you got served!" in english, as i understand it)
bad taste in your mouth comes standard.
bet against me, i dare you.
