backpost 1: montreal - the pub thing
due to so much happening in the last few days i've decided to back post.
last saturday
its quite pitiful really, i had been in montreal for over a week before i made it to a pub but once we did it, boy did we drink enough to make up for it. the night started at a place called winston church-hill which was a kinda underground pub/club. loud music and dancing on one side but the rest of the room was full of bars (i'm talking at least 5) and bar type furniture. it was very dark and we (myself, inga and a friend of hers laura) drank A LOT but still didnt find many cute guys to talk to so we kept drinking... A LOT. we were just about to go when inga decides to make a bathroom pit stop so laura and i are dancing to pass time. turns out all the cute men were on the dance floor. laura had a boyfriend but was getting quite a lot of unwanted attention so we spent quite a bit of time pretending we were 'together' as she has trouble getting rid of them. anyway, i see this guy trying to get my attention - tall, black, well dressed but as i said before it was dark and i was drunk so i couldnt be sure if he was as cute as i thought. i decided not to bother and didnt meet his gaze when all of a sudden he was dancing up behind me with his hands on my hips. my initial reaction was to tell him to bugger off but the other part of me went - this is kinda fun - so i didnt do anything. inga walks out of the bathroom, takes one look at me and goes 'ok laura we're stayin for a bit' and moves away to dance. i've grabbed her and asked if the guy was cute, she said ... and i quote 'shit yeah'... so i turned around to introduce myself. he was indeed gorgeous but then... he spoke.
it was NOT a sexy accent. he would say something and then say okay? but it was more like okAAYYYY and it would end up at a really high pitch. i'm not proud of it but i kissed him purely to shut him up. then he decided he wanted me to come live with him. i was like, whats your name again?? and he kept saying 'you come home with me?? yeah? maybe???' with me, yeah and maybe all ending with that high pitch thing. he was cute, i may have considered leaving with him but as soon as he said 'okAAYYYY' again i knew i couldnt do it. i signaled inga and she came over to save me saying (and i'm not joking) 'nat we have to go now, carrots, potatoes, onions, potatoes, carrots' it was incredibly funny and i had to try look both concerned and disappointed that i was leaving without laughing my arse off. once outside the pub i got belted by inga for turning him down on account of his voice. her solution 'just tell him not to talk!'
then we went to hungry jacks to use their bathroom and hit on the 2 security guards there. they couldnt come dancing so we left them and headed towards a pub called thursdays... or tuesdays... some day anyway (which i thought we had been in the whole time mind you) but on the way saw a karaoke place so we ran in. unfortunately they were closing in 30 mins and we couldn't sing a song but we had fun and danced and sang along with the last few people.
by the time we left we realised all pubs were shut and decided we wanted poutine (a Quebec dish thats basically chips with gravy and chunks of cheesy type stuff that doesnt melt... suprisingly good) so at 4am we're walking around montreal looking for poutine and inviting every cute guy we pass to come with us. we almost got a group by snagging one particular guy named steve but his friends chickened out so we left them all behind and continued to dance and yell in the streets on our own.
eventually we made it home in a cab by about 5-5:30am to sleep it off.
last saturday
its quite pitiful really, i had been in montreal for over a week before i made it to a pub but once we did it, boy did we drink enough to make up for it. the night started at a place called winston church-hill which was a kinda underground pub/club. loud music and dancing on one side but the rest of the room was full of bars (i'm talking at least 5) and bar type furniture. it was very dark and we (myself, inga and a friend of hers laura) drank A LOT but still didnt find many cute guys to talk to so we kept drinking... A LOT. we were just about to go when inga decides to make a bathroom pit stop so laura and i are dancing to pass time. turns out all the cute men were on the dance floor. laura had a boyfriend but was getting quite a lot of unwanted attention so we spent quite a bit of time pretending we were 'together' as she has trouble getting rid of them. anyway, i see this guy trying to get my attention - tall, black, well dressed but as i said before it was dark and i was drunk so i couldnt be sure if he was as cute as i thought. i decided not to bother and didnt meet his gaze when all of a sudden he was dancing up behind me with his hands on my hips. my initial reaction was to tell him to bugger off but the other part of me went - this is kinda fun - so i didnt do anything. inga walks out of the bathroom, takes one look at me and goes 'ok laura we're stayin for a bit' and moves away to dance. i've grabbed her and asked if the guy was cute, she said ... and i quote 'shit yeah'... so i turned around to introduce myself. he was indeed gorgeous but then... he spoke.
it was NOT a sexy accent. he would say something and then say okay? but it was more like okAAYYYY and it would end up at a really high pitch. i'm not proud of it but i kissed him purely to shut him up. then he decided he wanted me to come live with him. i was like, whats your name again?? and he kept saying 'you come home with me?? yeah? maybe???' with me, yeah and maybe all ending with that high pitch thing. he was cute, i may have considered leaving with him but as soon as he said 'okAAYYYY' again i knew i couldnt do it. i signaled inga and she came over to save me saying (and i'm not joking) 'nat we have to go now, carrots, potatoes, onions, potatoes, carrots' it was incredibly funny and i had to try look both concerned and disappointed that i was leaving without laughing my arse off. once outside the pub i got belted by inga for turning him down on account of his voice. her solution 'just tell him not to talk!'
then we went to hungry jacks to use their bathroom and hit on the 2 security guards there. they couldnt come dancing so we left them and headed towards a pub called thursdays... or tuesdays... some day anyway (which i thought we had been in the whole time mind you) but on the way saw a karaoke place so we ran in. unfortunately they were closing in 30 mins and we couldn't sing a song but we had fun and danced and sang along with the last few people.
by the time we left we realised all pubs were shut and decided we wanted poutine (a Quebec dish thats basically chips with gravy and chunks of cheesy type stuff that doesnt melt... suprisingly good) so at 4am we're walking around montreal looking for poutine and inviting every cute guy we pass to come with us. we almost got a group by snagging one particular guy named steve but his friends chickened out so we left them all behind and continued to dance and yell in the streets on our own.
eventually we made it home in a cab by about 5-5:30am to sleep it off.
posted by nat at 3:38 pm
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