We made the incredibly exciting trek up Interstate 89 for oh, a lifetime, or so it seemed. Finally reach the border, groggy eyed, barely energetic enough to speak, trying to remember how to drive again without cruise control.
“Where are you going? Where is your citizenship? When are you coming back? Thank you.”
It felt too easy, like we missed the gates of heaven and took the bypass to hell… or Canada, close enough.
Getting anywhere takes twice as long when your car is heaving in and out of potholes and french signs laugh at us unilingual intruders. A suburb just outside of Montreal was our destination, an apartment my girlfriend’s bestfriend had recently moved to. I really didn’t know what to expect but the people turned out to be great; they even had original Nintendo and Mario!
Saturday morning I got up with Mike, bestfriend’s boyfriend, shot across town and went to the best/worst gym I’ve ever been to. A single room, not nearly large enough to contain all the people that were there, a boxing rink in the middle, punching bags strewn throughout like carcasses in a meat factory… and yes, I was waiting for Rocky to show up any minute. A third of the gym was the weights section, a bundle of maybe ten machines, if that, all about shoulder width apart and never washed in their expired lives. But for some reason, I liked it, a lot. Guys walked in with their street clothes. They all had a purpose, to train and improve; there wasn’t a poser in sight. Except maybe me, the dork with a USA 2002 shirt on, staring wide eyed at this amazing place as I try not to dump the bar on my chest.
Later that night we went bowling; always a good time, better in Canada. Slept the night off, got up, and headed home. Fun trip overall, good people, exciting time.
No Saint Catherine Street?
Comment by Easy Rider — May 4, 2005 @ 8:25 am
What’s that?
I know you went to Montreal in high school. I seem to remember something about a piece of gum that had the best life a man could ask for.
Comment by Adrian — May 4, 2005 @ 10:00 am
Something like that. That was only the first trip though. You should revisit sometime in the future…I’ll give you directions, ha. You’ll have to let me know where that gym is though.
Comment by Easy Rider — May 4, 2005 @ 1:43 pm
I love how you never post the best parts of all of our trips…. I always have to leave comments telling everyone the REAL story..
you were stumbling towards the bowling lane hurling the ball at the right gutter while i was breaking my own strike record….. and my citizenship is massachusetts.
(and RA track 2 is the best song EVER and should be played continuously from montreal to new london!)
Comment by kath — May 4, 2005 @ 5:56 pm
Yes, the ride back should continually be done the same way, lol
Comment by Adrian — May 4, 2005 @ 6:10 pm