This past Friday I drove to Montreal with a couple buddies. A few other guys flew in from New York, Atlanta, and Virginia. It was my friend's bachelor party weekend.
I had only been to Canada once before, and that was when I was very young (probably 10 or so), so I don't remember much. This time I was excited. I'd heard good things about Montreal.
We had a good group of guys (9 in total). Saturday we spent time at the casino, then had tickets for a marquee UFC fight. We got there about 9pm, and it lasted until after midnight. I'm not really a mixed martial arts fan, but it was fun to have a big event to cap off the weekend.
As with any guys' gathering, there was plenty of ball-busting, name-calling and movie quoting. I lost on the first hand of a poker tournament. My old roommate lost 30 bucks on a couple hands of casino War before he realized it wasn't Blackjack. We experienced some of the best and worst clubs Montreal has to offer. We got reservations at the wrong restaurant Saturday night, but I ended up with the biggest Reuben sandwich I've ever eaten. We drove back through blowing snow Sunday morning and afternoon -- that's right, snow. In May. Even the locals were surprised.
All in all, though, it was a very good time. I quickly realized I don't remember much French from my high school days, despite passing 4 years of it. I also realized I'm not that far from the Canadian border, and think I might have to make the trip more often. When the weather's good.
No pictures yet. I'm waiting for one guy to distribute them, after deleting anything incriminating.
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