YUL

Montreal was fun. I was surprised how much French I remembered. I even taught my friend Graham some naughty French.

Jason, Salem and I left on Thursday and started drinking on the train. By the end of the 4 hour trip Salem was boxed and his high pitched squeals were waking up the guy sitting next to him. We got into to Montreal at around 9:00pm and took our showers, met up with some teammates and went out for drinking and dancing. I was pretty shit faced by the time we got to parking (Jason had already got scared and went home) and was surprised to see that ½ the bar was full of girls. Everyone went home soon after but in my time honored tradition of drinking too much and acting like a monster I wasn’t ready to go home. I made lots of new friends by saying things like “What in this town doesn’t suck?” and “What’s with all the chicks in here?” I went to Unity after parking which sucked but I did get me a free drink. Then to Sky which was empty. We woke up the next day and did some shopping but I didn’t buy much just two belts and a shirt.

The rest of the weekend went like this…
Drinks in the room at the hotel.
Drinks at a strip bar
Drinks at a dance bar
Crawling home at 3:30 all messy drunk.
Drinks in the hallway at the hotel.
Sleeping.
8:00 am ball game.

Repeat on Saturday
Repeat on Sunday- but replace playing ball with going home.


Highlights of the trip…
Telling some huge French guy that everything would be much better if he just spoke more of the ‘hinglish.
A certain teammate crawling across the stage at a strip bar while the stripper was crawling toward him…
Kevin’s cage dancing and his duo show with Eric.
Salem asking me if the jacket I was trying on came in “men’s sizes”.
Holly sleeping in the stairwell this year instead of on the toilet.
Me telling everyone I’m a big fat hairy bear.
My teammates all yelling “grrrrr” every time I went up to bat.
The Johnny Walkers.
½ the team not going to bed on Satty night…they opted for a hallway party until 7am.
$3.00 Nasty
Poutine at La Belle Province
Snogging a guy named Marc.
Lisa stealing a cowboy hat from some guy at Sky. Then found it was full of drugs.
Asking the retired dentist on our tem if the bar cashed his social security cheque.
David puking due the stench (I’m sure Mme. Rouge would call it a natural scent) at the Stud Bar.
Mme. Simone
Huge downpore/freezing weather and being expected to play in that.
Sunday night sweat box at Le Parking.
The "Spit and Shove" at the Black Eagle