Monday, March 07, 2005

Spontaneous Vacance

I'll make this quick because I have to get up early tommorrow and start my glamorous call centre job. Saturday morning Adam calls me up. He has e-mailed in "sick" for work and wants to go on a trip. "Let's go to Montreal," says he.

Well this weekend, spontaneity was my middle name (usually it's something like procrastination, or Trekkie, or Meghan). So I packed a few things and hopped into Adam's Forester and made the 7ish-hour journey to the birthplace of Mordecai Richler, William Shatner, and Yours Truly.

We found a cheapish motel (the bathroom door would not shut but it didn't matter because the door was transparent anyway). Then we rode the Metro to nowhere in particular and ate dinner at a crowded Mexican restaurant. Then we went to the grocery store where I bought 2 BIG jars of pickled tongue (you can't get it in Burlington; Adam seems to think that's a good thing) and some alcoholic beverages (mostly because of the novelty of being able to buy alcohol in the grocery store).

The next day we went to La Musée des Beaux-Arts and saw an Eqyptian exhibit, some Picassos, and some interesting furniture from different art-historical periods (much more fun than it sounds). Then we had lunch at an all-day breakfast place and then we drove ALL the way home.

Note to Montrealers: Lines on roads are VERY necessary. Repaint the lines NOW.
Note à les Montréaleurs: Les lignes sur les rues sont TRES necessaire. Il faut peintre les lignes MAINTENANT.


zydeco fish said...

You forgot the most important person born in Montreal: Leonard Cohen. Pickled tongue?

Superhappyjen said...

I thought I was the most important person born in Montreal.

Pickled tongue can be off-putting for some, since it is a bunch of pig tongues in a jar. But once you get past the whole tongue thing (which many people can't) it is the most delicious meat EVER.

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