later, meet up with arielle. go for some food. try this infamous montreal creation, poutine - fries, cheese curds and gravy. how did someone come up with that?? not as bad as it sounds.
that night, head up to her friends' gallery where we drink their beer, dance around and make them take photos of us standing in front of a light bar [as below...] then to a senegalese restaurant for a late dinner. lovely little place. BYO. always good.
somehow end up in a strip club downtown. lame ass shit. too clinical. did nothing for me. the ladies' bathroom pretty much doubled as the strippers' dressing room, too.
sunday, up earlier, more coffee, more breakfast, more rue st laurent-wandering. in the afternoon head to mont royal with peter and CC, whilst arielle and william sleep off whatever they got up to the night before after we left them.
late night picnic in the park - we brought the alcohol, her friends brought the chicken and potatoes. three of us don't eat meat so there was a quick jaunt to hunt down grilled cheese sandwiches nearby. me and CC stole a's friends bikes and were riding round parc de la fontaine. i have to admit i was a little tipsy, but nothing quite like drunk bike riding...
managed to set off relatively early on monday, after hard goodbyes.
didn't stop as much, and much more space in the car. stopped off in woodstock in the afternoon for a much-needed break [burritos and ice-cream, the boys attempted to get some gear from everyone hanging on the village green, but to no avail...]
having been dreading the thought of still having to get back to JC once we touched back down in brooklyn, the dears actually drove me all the way home. we were driving round JC and Hoboken [yeah so we took a little detour trying to get back to my 'hood...] blasting Hot 97 and finding it hilarious. but then we had been in the car about 9 hours or something.
thanks for having us, canada.
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