Roadtrip: Day 6

Day 6: Friday

Montreal, Quebec 12:36 am

Well, yesterday (feels like today) was a very solid day. Preston and I emerged from our hotel room at approximately 10:30 am and hit the metro. From there, we toured around an area of Montreal that was once known as Canada's Wall Street. To be sure, it had a ton of banks, but seemed chill as fuck, nothing like that Cocaine and Speed-Heavy city to the south of us back in the states. 

For lunch, we stopped in at Cafe Helios and had some excellent sandwiches. The waiter was a chill guy, and I could tell by his accent that he was a more prominently English-speaking Canadian, a change from the majority of what is scene here. Everyone seems to be French. I feel like this place should be a separate country from the rest of Canada.

We bough a frisbee at a Wal-Mart type place and Preston prompty threw it into the St. Lawrence River. To his credit, there was really nothing he could do. He threw the disc a bit high, some wind got under it, and carried it out. Although we were both pissed, as frisbee is a big part of our lives, we both laughed hysterically at what had just happened. Some kid rode by on a little motor scooter and turned to his father, saying "Dad look at their frisbee wayyy out there!" As he scooted off I said, "Kid, look at yourself riding with your dad on a motor scooter!"

The rest of the day was beer. We just started drinking. It started recreationally, but we just kept injecting ourselves with the booze if for no other reason than because we were capable of doing so legally. I had some excellent beers today. Ol' faithful in Labatt, and a new favey with another local brand, Boreale. Plus, the polar bear on the bottle is damn cute. And we finished off the night with some Sapporos, an import on all counts, stemming from Japan.

Sometime in the night, Preston began to feel like he was going to yach. He started creeping me out a little bit to be honest, lying there, seemingly about to keel. Fortunately this passed, and he was his old self once again.

Who knows what's in store for today. Probably more of the same. We don't really want to see much here, we just want to get drunk. Preston says that's not his perspective, "Although," he laments, "I fuckin love gettin drunk!?!?11wonwan"

I am listening to American Football right now and the stuff literally makes me hard. That sounds vulgar, but it is possible for music to stimulate a person, and Mike Kinsella is doing that to me right now...god damn.

Monreal, Quebec City, 12:14 pm

I rose very late this morning, approximately 11:30. Upon waking I was greeted by Preston's smiling face, Caramel Frappucino and pastry in hand, ready to give to me. It naturally put a smile on my face.

I pounded the goods, got a quick shower, put some hair gel in my hair (I am trying new things here in Quebec) and then headed down to the hotel lobby, where Preston and I sit now. We are going to go up on this cool mountainside-type thing today. Oh, I forgot to mention that Preston bought a new disc! So we shall definitely get some solid disc in today as well. 

This day will be straight as hell. Bye.

Oh, Virginia called me. She failed her driving test for her license. Hahaha. If you have her number, call her and give her shit! Just kiddin.

Montreal, Quebec 2:02pm

Been a very productive day. Left the hotel and then took a bus up to Parc du Mont Royal. It was a very sweet park indeed, dwarfing the common home park of Freedom. Preston and I threw some very solid disc in one of the meadows, then made our way to the summit of the small mountain on which the park resided. We are here now, drinking "Bacardi Breezers" and enjoying the view of the city. I looked in the drink machine and saw a Five-Alive, a delicious drink that I remember enjoying with my childhood friend, David Raphael. I grabbed one, and proceeded toward the checkout. Preston murmered, "I think I'm gettin a beer." I stopped, then remembered. "Oh shit!" I put that drink back and got myself a Bacardi.

But this was the first time I can remember on the trip when there was a bit of angst as we made the purchase of alcoholic beverages. The woman told me that she would not sell them to us unless we bought a food item. Preston got a dog. Problem solved.

Montreal, Quebec 2:56pm

Preston and I have predictably returned to one of Montreal haunts, McLean's pub. Boreales all around, and hopefully a sandwich if we can get some service. It's goodass motherfuckin times. They play some dank-ass American music in here, and I love it. Alright, back to boozin.