Hey I’m back! Montreal was great, we did way too much walking, went to the jazz festival, had canard roasted in it’s own fat (Mmmm, fat!), I drank a lot of beer/champagne/ and some fancy vodkas (she had maybe a half-glass of champagne and was roaring drunk), we went to botanical gardens/shopping/Mont Royale/Chinatown/Old town/biodome/and grocery store where nobody spoke English.

We went to some trendy/metrosexual clothes store but no luck. I guess I can’t be a metrosexual because I don’t fit into a 2xl (the largest size they had) shirt there. Oh well, the only souvenirs I brought back are a Unibroue beer glass, a pair of 3” diameter solid steel Chinese balls, and a black tank top with some dude’s face on it that I don’t know (my girl thought it looked sexy on me, but I think it might just be this face.)