Sacre bleu! We win again!
Today, we started out by wandering around Montreal, where it turns out it’s cold. Like -20 cold. I swear, you could see my nipples through 4 layers. For once, Myles wasn’t taking pictures. Turns out that Rue de St. Laurent is basically shut down due to construction, and our intended lunch stop Le Pistol is closed. We ended up at Schwartz’s deli where we devoured some smoked meat sandwiches.
Today, we started out by wandering around Montreal, where it turns out it’s cold. Like -20 cold. I swear, you could see my nipples through 4 layers. For once, Myles wasn’t taking pictures. Turns out that Rue de St. Laurent is basically shut down due to construction, and our intended lunch stop Le Pistol is closed. We ended up at Schwartz’s deli where we devoured some smoked meat sandwiches.
I’ve got no segue here. Oh wait, our friend Michelle arrived from Ottawa. While she was parked for 20 minutes by our hotel, some fucker crashed into her driver-side mirror. [Myles notes: Montrealers aren't known for the quality of their street driving; then again, we've been jaywalking all over the place since we arrived].
The atmosphere at the Bell Centre wasn’t quite the same as the ACC, I guess that there were fewer fans and they were (foolishly) less scared. As I’m sure you all saw, the Canucks dominated for 60 minutes and Bobby Lu got a well deserved shut out. The Habs fans were quick to jump on their own team to which I yelled “They’re not saying boo… they’re saying Boolis!” Then something weird happened and Bulis scored. I lost a bet that a Quebecois Canuck would score at 10-1. I was pulling for you, Danny.
After the game we did the usual high fiving and subsequent hand washing, good times. We headed to a hotel with some other Canucks fans (who we also saw at the Leafs game) and rode the elevator with Dan Murphy. Also saw Madame Vignaught. Then we headed out to some nice clubs where (sorry the rest of the evening is not bloggable).
Ok, maybe this part. So we’re sitting by the stage and this girl comes up to us and asks for a leather belt. We reluctantly oblige and she takes the belt across the room and gets a Habs fan to remove his pants and whips him several times in the ass until he’s crying. (Which is funny since he was already crying due to the game!) We got the belt back but will boil it for 15-20 minutes before it’s sanitary again. That’s all I can report…
-Earl
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And I thought they were chanting RuuuuTuuuuu ;)
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