Montreal with the Boys

I actually had a weekend off two weekends ago (which is, of course, a feat) and I asked by brother-in-law Moreass and his friend Jochef if they wanted to go to Montreal. Give two party boys a chance to go to Montreal where they've never been before to spend the weekend drinking and partying and oogling naked women at Supersex - what do you think they were going to say?
It was a long drive...you can tell how long it was by my brother's face in this picture.

We finally make it to Montreal and we get to Jochef's friends' apartment really late. Now I don't think that I am a wimp by any stretch of the imagination and I have lived with "boy" boys and have lived up North in houses where I am the ONLY girl...but this was by far the most disgusting apartment I have ever had the misfortue of staying at. The boys were very nice but I'm not saying their apartment needed a "feminine touch" I'm saying it needed toilet paper. They also had 2 air conditioners going full blast that made the mean temperature in the apartment about 10 degrees Celsius... and there were no blankets. I slept in my clothes because there was no way I was changing in there. At one point Foreman kissed me and my reply was "there is absolutely nothing that turns me on about this place". But we survived (left at 830am but survived) and I eventually peed (after we left).

We spent the rest of the day walking around Old Montreal, going to all our favourite places. We bought Foreman new clothes and he looked soooo good all the girls in the changeroom were looking at him every time he came out (I will post another entry specifically about the clothes :). And that night Foreman, Moreass and I went out for dinner at the magnificent restaurant, Nantua. It was a wonderful dinner and it's always fun to go out for dinner with Moreass, especially in Montreal because he's fluent in French. It's always great to spend time with him.

After dinner Moreass went back to his evening of debauchery and Foreman and I went to the Hilton, which as you can imagine was significantly better than our previous evening. By Sunday, the boys had partied themselves out and were glad to come back home to Hamilton. So far Montreal is the first city I know that can wear my brother-in-law out. Vivre le Quebec!