Oh, Canada!
After spending a weekend in Montreal, I officially take back every bad thing I have ever said about our great neighbors to the north. The stout, fine, moose-loving people welcomed me with open arms and ushered me into a world with no open container laws.
The city was great. At least St. Catherine's Street was. It's all I really saw. I danced till 4 in some very Blade-vampire-ish nightclub then escorted my friends back to the room while trying to keep them from street fighting.
I was mostly successful.
Let's put it this way. In Montreal, you can win porn in an arcade.
A video arcade.
With video games.
And children.
Canada fucking rocks.
Except for breaking hundreds of years of established extradition treaty law to shield a deserter from the US army.
That sucks.
But they have a live stage musical version of Evil Dead.
That more than makes up for it.
The city was great. At least St. Catherine's Street was. It's all I really saw. I danced till 4 in some very Blade-vampire-ish nightclub then escorted my friends back to the room while trying to keep them from street fighting.
I was mostly successful.
Let's put it this way. In Montreal, you can win porn in an arcade.
A video arcade.
With video games.
And children.
Canada fucking rocks.
Except for breaking hundreds of years of established extradition treaty law to shield a deserter from the US army.
That sucks.
But they have a live stage musical version of Evil Dead.
That more than makes up for it.