People Don't Live In Quebec.. Just The French!

At 10:30 am, Thursday February 23, Jamie, Kate, Jenn, and Alex set out on their way to Montreal.
I'll try and make this as short as possible for your sake.
So, everyone knows the car ride is one of the best parts, but especially when Kate and Jamie are bickering in the front seats.

Kate states she's going to sleep with Alex.
Jamie: Take it back.
Kate. No.
(etc)
*Jamie grabs steering wheel*
*Kate starts screaming*
*Jamie raises the pitch of his voice and continues yelling "take it back take it back take it back"*
*Alex and Jenn fear for their lives and can't breathe because they're laughing so hard*
Oh children, what a circus act :P

A very large portion of the ride was dedicated to mocking the french. We established early on that the french are not in fact people, and after crossing the border they should be henceforth blamed for everything.
"Do you think THAT house has a pedophile in it??"

French drivers. As soon as we crossed the border, the road became ridiculous.
Rules for driving in Quebec:
1. Cut in front of other drivers whenever possible. Never signal.
2. So long as you have your hazards on, you can do WHATEVER you'd like. This includes leaving your car in the middle of the road and getting out instead of bothering to actually park it.
3. To parallel park the procedure is as follows: run your car into the curb, hit a pedestrian or two, swerve back out into the road, cut in front of another car or two, run a red light, and repeat.
4. Red lights are a suggestion.
5. When you see a sign that includes the word "detour", IGNORE IT, IT IS THE DEVIL.

We definately got lost a good few times. One way streets EVERY WHERE so lots of going in circles. The parking garages.. don't even get me started on the parking garages. The van couldn't make some of the corners.

Thank god Kate was driving, or we'd all be dead.
Anyways, we made it to the hotel, went wandering, hit up the hot tub (which had something strange seemingly growing in it), met up with Kate's friend Mila and went for dinner.. we attempted some bar crawling, were led into a bar by some sketchy guy.. I had my first ever shot of tequila! Yay! The next bar we went into involved girls getting free drinks, sex on the beach, how AWESOME is that.. the benefits of being born with breasts! We didn't last much longer because Jamie started dying from the smoke (damn french and their lack of smoking laws) so we walked back to the hotel; nothing like a nice buzz and the most beautiful snow fall I've ever seen.
Pathetically enough, after a short game of 'I have never' we fell asleep around 1am and got a good 10 hour sleep.
Alex's green penis left a stain on the bed sheets.
In the morning we went to a criossant place and then sent out for the Montreal Biodome (it's kinda like the zoo, but indoors) which was indeed pretty cool.. the penguins are SO funny. After that we went on a hunt to find a particular bagel place (mmmm) and then let Alex orgasm at the Ubisoft building, ate at Lafleurs (Alex tried to order in french, the guy looked confused, laughed a little, and started talking to him in english haha very glad, by the way, that Kate is fluent, very handy).
We saw one squeegee kid. He was really hot.
And we started the drive back at about 6:30.. got lost.. started the official drive back at about quarter after 7. The ride back involved a highly amusing game of "You know how I know you're gay?"
Alex and Jamie have turned window washing into a highly competitive sport.
After over 10 total hours of driving and 1170 km, we made it back to home sweet Markham.

What I have to show for it:
- my very first PIPE! Fuckin eh, it's about time, no more pop can!
- rum and sourpuss, how could I not buy booze! It was all like.. legal!
- a book of matches from the Winston Churchill Pub
- a strawberry flavoured condom from a machine at Lefleurs, the novelty was too much to resist.
(Gotta love how my souvenirs cover all the bases: booze, drugs, and sex lol)
-a shirt that says "Good girls go to heaven, bad girls go to Montreal" though I'm seriously considering getting a fabric marker and changing it to "bad DRIVERS go to Montreal!"

Anywho, good friends, good food, good times, LOTS of laughs, awesome road trips.

The rest of reading week was good too, mostly it involved eating, some hanging at Jamie's and some hanging at Colin's, also some last minute hanging with Mark (the bastard was in Mexico for a week!)

I stopped by MDHS.. it was.. weird.. it wasn't what I expected. It was weird to not know anyone.. and a lot of the teachers looked at me like "ok.. what are you doing here", I don't know if Mr. Bower even registered my presence over the soccer game he had taped from the tv lol but, go figure, Mr. Bower. At least a couple of them were happy to see me, oh Mr. Jull, after 10-15 minutes of talking to me: "oh.. oops, I have a class right now"
I think I went into that building still holding on to it, still feeling a part of it and I think what I learned is that I need to let it go.
I really need to learn to let go.

Jenn,
Let
Go.