The evening was cold and dark with harsh winds. Sheltered, indeed huddled under blankets and waves of heat and warmth was your youngest brother nestled deep in a sick laden sleep. To say being awoken and dragged to a rental car was odd would be an understatement.
Thursday night at around 11pm, i was kidnapped and driven through the night to Montreal for what turned out to be my bachelor party. We spent Friday drinking and eating and drinking and then heading out on the Montreal scene to find ourselves some trouble. We did and my captures wallets are all much lighter for having found it.
Saturday brought exploring, shopping, eating and then more drinking. Our evening ended with a drive across Montreal as the sun fought with dark clouds in an effort to rise over the sin filled city and wash it's inhabitants from their beer fulled stupor.My head hit the Sheraton pillow, 37 floors up, with a crash only to be woken 3 hours later to begin the 14 hour drive back to Antigonish.
- Neil
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