Spoonful of Sugar in Montreal City…

After traipsing around Ottawa on Friday afternoon running some errands, we finally hit the road to Montreal after picking Carrie up at the bus stop.

I love driving to Montreal down the 174. It’s a more relaxing and scenic drive. I would recommend it to anyone. My only beef is that I wish you could see the river at all times during the trek. That would be amazing.

We arrive at the soccer field with time to spare and eventually see Sven the Flagman doing his flag thing on the turf. Seeing that it’s getting cold out and the game is still on, we head into the sports bar and order a pitcher of beer. Philipp and Sven join us later to have some good laughs with Carrie’s remote controlled fart machine and we have a few more beer before heading out.

Let’s keep in mind that Mike has never really experience the city of Montreal yet so we’re doing our best to be tour guides during the drive home. I had to point out all the good spots for a smoked meat sandwich.

As soon as we find a parking space for the weekend (very hard to do sometimes), we unload the car, crack a beer and head to the roof where the party is already started. I meet Philipp’s roommate Jean who I assumed was French (due to his name) but it turns out he is from PEI! We have a great talk about music and I realize that his passion in life is also music. I love it when you meet someone who shares the passion with you and you talk about the little things like ‘What song do you really want to hear at the concert? Or “What’s your favourite track off of this album?”. That’s what music lovers are all about…talking about the little things.

It was good to see Morad again and he brought along a few workmates – Shane and Wayne. After hanging out for awhile we realize it’s midnight and decide its time to head out to the party.
I have no idea whose party this was or where it was in Montreal but somehow Morad knew them. We walk in there and I think I’m getting strange looks as Sven had painted the German flag on my face at the soccer field. This also brings up a good story of how he did this to the famous Schwarma Nazi back in Ottawa and he cried out “I’ve been Germanized!!!”.

There were a good number of people at the party so we just found a spot in the hall to call our own and begun the mingling with the crowd and meeting people. I wasn’t around for this event but supposedly someone came up and asked the group if they were Anglophone and then walked away! Perhaps someone reading this can give me more specifics on this event as I wasn’t around for it.

Highlights of the night:

• There was a CREEPY car out in the backyard. Looked like something that was lost in the woods and there is a dead body in it. Jean, Philipp and I were in fear mode walking near it. There was just something about it…no air in the tires, parked at this angle to the house which you feel could never get back out of. *shudder*.
• Jean came up to me at one time in the night and says “I think some guy is trying to make a move on some girl who is passed out.” After he points this out to me, I suppose the guy did look strange hugging this girl who is passed out on a bed. But it’s a loud party, I can’t tell what’s really happening. To prevent anything from happening, I haul the guy off of her and tuck her into bed. Let’s point out that this isn’t an empty bedroom. There are at least a dozen other people partying in this bedroom so I doubt anything was going to happen. But you know how you get when you have a few beer in you. You don’t really think.

So then this girl grabs my arm and says she needs to go to the bathroom so we haul her to the bathroom and I leave Jean with her to look after her while I get another beer. When I come back, the original guy is there with her and Jean! “Jean!”, I cry. “I thought you were supposed to be looking after her!” He says “I was! But he just showed up!”

So we keep an eye on this individual and then when she saunters back to bed this guy is getting close to her and talking and whatnot so we have to intervene again but then the girl laughs and realizes what we are doing. She tells me the guy is her friend and it’s alright. While we all laughed at the situation and Jean and I pat each other on the back for a job well done. Hey, we didn’t know they were friends; this guy could have been a creep. In the end it all turned out alright. I can see Dad reading this entry right now and thinking “You are asking for a fight if you haul a guy off of a woman.” No worries, he was smaller and I had Jean as backup in case things turned rough!

• There was this guy playing some great guitar and there were some good Francophone tunes being sung in the living room. It was a good way to end the night.
• Let’s not forget how someone found this mask of either George Bush or Richard Nixon (someone said it was Trudeau!) and I put it on and walked around the kitchen. I was getting the craziest looks and I don’t think the women really appreciated the absurdity of the moment. Clearly these people were not up for a good time with random people they didn’t know!

After we left we went for this amazing schwarma at a place called ‘Sara’. It was so good that Philipp ended up eating two of them as I had picked one up for Mike (who was in a different cab) but he had grabbed some other food on the way home.

All in all, we had a great night and we would like to thank Morad for bringing us to this shindig, as well as Philipp and Jean for being excellent hosts that night!