Montreal, a summation.

So this post got lost somewhere, I have managed to resurect it, it may be a little changed though. OH! Something I just remembered. Aurora has concerts in the park. The Black Board Blues Band is the star of one!

I aware that I haven't posted about Montreal, but what follows is a glorius summation of my experience.

Friday night we drove out to the airport. My Dad took pictures of everything. Photos of me on the moving sidewalk, photos of me walking the opposite way on the moving sidewalk. Securtiy was fast, things that would have made it faster:1. Me not wearing a belt with a metal buckle.2. My Dad not wearing cargo pants.In the terminal I saw a Watermark bookstore that was so beautiful. Waterfalls built into the walls, clean lighting, so many books. But those books weren't 5 for a dollar. Oh no they were not.
I ate pizza for dinner, from a place like Miss. Vannelis, where they have the pizza under the light then throw it in the oven after you order. Except they did not put this pizza in the oven. It was light warm. The bottom was a little doughy.

On the plane I got the winow seat, my Dad took many pictures. The takeoff was scary, I think my mom lost all feeling in her left hand. There were pretzles for snacks and drinks. They played that day's news as our inflight movie. The flight attendants were very nice. When my Dad told them it was my first flight I got to meet the pilots afterwards. They were also very nice. We flew up above the clouds, the sky was so blue, and it was so bright.

My cousin picked me up from my parent's hotel room. We drove to her place and she explained why my aunt hates her place. Her apartment is next to a piercing parlor, which is next to a tatoo parlour which is next to an 'adult video store'. Right across from my cousin's house is a goth store. But really, the piercing parlor and everything was high end. I bet all the rich kids in Montreal go to this tatoo parlor to get their navels pierced, it was classy.

Friday night we were going to go out but we were tired. One of my cousin's friends works at the best steakhouse in Montreal, he came over with steaks. We ate them and drank red wine. The steak was delicious, the red wine I did not finish.

The next morning we started our shopping spree. We walked pretty much everywhere, and went into any store that looked interesting. There was also a street sale and we walked that too.
In total I bought:
1. A white t-shirt
2. A blue t-shirt with buttons
3. A white halter top
4. A red sparkly halter for dancing and partaying in
5. A black fancy skirt
6. A blue skirt from American Apparel. You can see it here : http://www.americanapparelstore.com/rsa2301.html
7. White sandles (of death)
8. A bath bomb
9. Face mask stuff.
10. LipGlass
11. An eyeshadow stick
While I was in the dressing room of the store with the red shirt my cousin was handing me clothes to try on. From across the store my cousin said; "oooh this is slutty, you should try it on!" The whole store agreed. My shirt was ten dollars, they were having a promotional sale and apparently "all sparkly things are $10".
That night I had dinner at delicious restaurant. Then crepes, oh I was so full. We didn't go out that night either, a bunch of my cousin's friends came over and we sat around talking and drinking red wine. By the time we decided to go out half of us were asleep.
The Sunday morning we went to St. Viasomething for a bagle breakfast, Angus was right, they were delicious. We then went to Tam Tams. It's this party in a park that happens every Saturday morning. People, many people come to the park and play on bongos. Others dance, others watch. At the same time an elaborate sword fight occurs, with ducktape shields and plastic swords. None of this is controlled by anyone. There are no proffesional ring leaders for the drummers, they all just play. There was also a lot of pot. A person could get high just walking through the crowds.
We stopped by a museum but it was closing. We then met my parents for dinner. Then the flight home. I really enjoyed my stay in Montreal, apparently so did my luggage, so it didn't join us on our flight and stayed a little while longer. It arrived, with my Dad's suitcase, on the following Tuesday. My new halter top was worn shortly after.
That was my Montreal trip. Next entry will probably be about my trip to Mike's cottage.