A Travellerspoint blog

May 2008

Cheesy Montreal attractions and getting kicked out

Today started off pretty good, but then sucked pretty hard really quickly. It was still rainy and depressing and Mike and I made a trip to get an Orange Julep. I had craved one of these since the first time I saw that big orange ball on the horizon of Montreal. What is it? What do they sell there? Why has it been around for so long? Why do so many people love the Orange Julep? Well I found out that it was delicious.

After that, we made our usual trip to Village des Valeurs, which was fun. I got some new boots from Aldo and also a fancy silver purse, all for $13.

I also needed a new wallet, and I happened to have a Winners gift card, so we went and found a depressing mall, after getting lost in the Wal-Mart parking lot. Seriously. So I found one there, and then it was about time to eat. I really had a sushi craving, but only for all-you-can-eat. Mike had no idea, so I settled on Mexican. Yah, I know it makes a lot of sense.

So we headed off to 3 Amigos, which is like, the cheesiest looking restaurant ever. But it is also really delicious. They had a taco special on Sundays, so that was awesome. Tacos are 69 cents and absolutely mouth-watering! That's RIDICULOUS!

OK, so after that, we went to go watch a movie at Mike's house because it was raining and gross outside. However, his dad said "No more sleepovers". Seriously, that's what he said, in those words. Like, how old are we, five? So, this is a pickle. I had arranged for Dominik to meet me at 5:30 a.m. Sunday morning near Mike's house. If I was going to stay somewhere else, I'd have to ditch him and take the Greyhound home. Not a big deal, but I didn't want to inconvenience Dominik, of course.

So first things first, find me a place to stay. I immediately called Alana, a great friend of mine since back in the day. Surprisingly, she answers her phone, and says she JUST NOW got back from a conference in Florida. I am sooooooo lucky. I get out of Dodge as soon as she says I can stay over. Who wants to hang out with somebody when their dad is being like that? Anyway, whatever, Mike doesn't want to hang out with Alana, so I say goodbye to him and make my way over to Mont-Royal.

At first, we think that I might be able to take the Metro to the station without any problems. But no, the first subway leaves from Mont-Royal at around 5:30 a.m. That's no good. I would have to take a $30/$40 cab all the way over there to meet Dominik in time, so I might as well get another hour of sleep and take the bus and go by myself. So that's what I do. The only problem is informing Dominik. I only have his email, so I send him a futile note, telling him that I won't be there tomorrow morning. I'm sad because I know that he won't get it. Aw...

Alana makes me some tea and I instantly feel about 50 per cent better. It's amazing what great friends and fresh tea can do for your sunken spirit on a rainy day. We had another good chat, like we always do, then we went to bed early so I could get up and catch the first subway out, just in time for work tomorrow. *sigh*

Me vs. Orange Julep

Me vs. Orange Julep


Depressing mall

Depressing mall


Me and Mike at 3 Amigos

Me and Mike at 3 Amigos


New boots

New boots


Alana saved my life again

Alana saved my life again

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Montreal Beer Fest and Jon!

I woke up with the sun this morning and headed off to meet Dominik who drove me to Montreal. The forecast had said it would rain like a maniac all weekend, and the predictions were coming true.

A couple of days ago, I went out to say goodbye to two dear, sweet friends of mine, Dinis and Dominika, and I happened to sit beside Dominik, who overheard I was going to Montreal on my motorcycle. He also knew it was going to rain, so he offered me a ride. I gladly accepted because I was about to chicken out and take the bus. So, we had a nice drive up with his friend Michael, who he shares his VRTUCar with at least 500 times a year.

Dominik is great. He dropped me off right downtown and told me where to meet my people. I had arranged to meet up with a Swiss girl, Severine, my Montreal friend Mike, a couple of TravelPod bloggers (Jon aka travellingjon and Pierre-Luc, his friend, aka wizzoh) and two of my friends who I was pretty sure weren't going to actually get off their butts and leave Ottawa to come and party with me (*ahem* Dave and Jon). Nevertheless, these are the people I was hoping to meet at noon at Bonaventure station.

I showed up a little early and went walking around the little mall at Bonaventure, which (only in Canada) contains an indoor skating rink.

It turned out that only two of the people I wanted to meet showed up, Severine and Mike. That was OK, but I was a little worried that Jon hadn't received my email about where to meet up.

I convinced them to head to the beer festival early, because I was pretty sure it would get busier later that night. And I was right, when we left, there were HUGE lineups. So anyway, when we got there, we looked around for a minute, but Mike told me that Jon had called him, and I wanted to know why, so I had to check my email to see if he wrote...nope, nothing from Jon, where could he be? Next, I called the number that he called Mike at, and a lady said that he was at the beer fest too. What luck! Kind of! How was I supposed to find him there exactly? I just sort of gave up, and resigned myself to the fact that I'd still be looking for him tomorrow.

We bought our beer tickets, quickly snagged a table and scrounged around for chairs (we're sneaky snakes, we are). Then we devised a scheme that would allow us to save each other's chairs, but also allow for us all to have drinks at the same time (mostly). It worked out pretty good. I liked that you could order half beers to taste. Here is a list of the beer that I drank. Most of it was really good.

Sleeman Honey Brown ($5, but it came with a glass that I used to put the rest of the samples in) (it's OK) Asahi (of course good) Maui Brewing Co.'s Big Swell IPA (not so good) Rogue Ales Brewery's Chipotle Ale (really really good) Coffee beer from Le Bilbroquet (also really good) Some kind of beer with Framboise in it (Severine got it for me)

So we were just hanging out, when someone who looks vaguely familiar came up to me and said "Are you Louise?" "Yes, OH MY GOD IT'S JON I'M SO GLAD YOU FOUND ME!"

It was so cool, that out of everyone in the whole crowd I could be found my Mr. Jon, I just have that kind of movie star face, don'tchaknow? So now, I could take it easy, and I didn't have to stress out about finding him anymore, and I could just enjoy the rainy (but still sunshiney afternoon in the half-covered patio we had concocted for ourselves). It was good times. Jon and I talked some TravelPod shop, but mostly we talked about his upcoming trip to Europe, the perks that he gets for covering the beer fest for some local media, and his friend's website, DimancheMatin.com.

So, we stayed there till about 6 p.m. and we decided to take Severine to have her first poutine. She didn't really enjoy the cheese curds. Mike said that the place we went to was the best in the whole city (Frites Doree). I guess I'll just have to believe him on that one.

After that, we went to Fou Foune Electrique for a blast from the past (the last time I was there it was 1998), and we kept the ball rolling and ordered some more beer. Don't ask.

At about midnight, we were all pretty tired so we all went home for the night. Yay!

Ice skating in a mall

Ice skating in a mall


Me vs. "Voyageur" pastry

Me vs. "Voyageur" pastry


Me and Jon

Me and Jon


Me and Severine

Me and Severine


Beer hat guys

Beer hat guys


Crowded

Crowded


Severine vs. poutine

Severine vs. poutine


Sexy times

Sexy times


Poutine times

Poutine times


Severine and Mike at Fou Foune Electrique

Severine and Mike at Fou Foune Electrique


Me vs. Rickard's White

Me vs. Rickard's White


Me and hilarious ad

Me and hilarious ad


Mike and me on the bus home

Mike and me on the bus home

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Lazy-ish Sunday

After the funtime of barbecue, we kind of passed out and then woke up late too. I probably screamed "It's HOT" a few times in my sleep, because summer is now, officially ON. Watch out homeboyz.

Denis had the CTV crew on their way over at about 2 p.m. so we chomped on some more bagels and headed out for a walk around the 'hood. Mike needed a coffee. I was wearing this awful orange t-shirt that I packed, it was one of Chris' that he left at my house, and it totally restricted all form of movement in my arms. I have no idea how he wore this t-shirt, it just totally weirded me out and I would have a little spaz attack at random times. I could not wear this shirt on TV. There would be no way.

As we were walking back, Denis came up to us on his little Vespa to tell us that the camera crew was coming over earlier than expected, so we headed back and I changed my shirt! A nice man named Paul interviewed us and I don't think I got to plug TravelPod, I tried my best though. I mentioned TP a couple times, but I don't think he got it on camera. I was caught off guard by this whole thing, a little bit. I kind of mumbled something about Couchsurfers being "my people" and I went on and on about the reference and vouching system. Maybe it was OK. I guess we'll see...

After that, it was time to go to the obligatory tam tam drum circle. We walked all the way there, then it was time for the obligatory smoked meat sandwich at Schwartz's. These Sundays are starting to feel repetitive, no? I had mine with a black cherry pop and a pickle. Mike enjoyed his too, but not the pickle, because pickles are "the devil's food".

We walked all the way back, and found Denis cooking up some fresh fish for dinner. We were stuffed and also ready to go, so we said goodbye and headed back to Ottawa. Mike was nice enough to drive me back, because he had never been to "see Parliament". By the time he left, he had managed to down a few pints at the Clock Tower, but still never got to see Parliament.

He slept over at my house and I really wanted to make out. We did for like two seconds and it didn't work. He just laughed at me and told me to go back to bed.

CTV

CTV


CTV 2

CTV 2


Tam tam

Tam tam


I dunno

I dunno


Me vs. smoked meat

Me vs. smoked meat

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Out with Veronica and Mike

We woke up and Denis was already gone to the gym, so we headed out to the Jean-Talon market to perhaps snag some authentic Montreal bagels, and/or breakfast. As it turns out, there were none, so Veronica ordered a delicious crepe. She gave me some. And I ate it. Here is a picture of that.

We decided to walk down to Fairmount Bagels and buy some real bagels, since we couldn't find any at the market. They were indeed delicious. I bought a big sack of them and then had to carry them around the rest of the day. *sigh* I always end up leaving my bag at home, just when I need it. The trials and tribulations of being Louise.

No big deal I guess.

After eating plain bagels, (because at this place, they don't sell you the butter and cheese if you want some, you have to buy a tub separately), we headed off to climb Mount Royal.

On the way, we found a garage sale, where I found a 50 cent pair of sunglasses, and Veronica picked up some silly necklaces. The man and lady at the garage sale were half in the bag at the time, so they loved us, as we frolicked around looking at all the weird stuff. It seemed like everybody had something to sell that day, there were garage/yard sales anywhere you could fence off a piece of grass big enough to stand on.

Anyway, climbing Mount Royal took a while, because it was hot and there are a lot of stairs, as you probably already know.

So half way up we had a "cookie moment" as Veronica broke out the Belgian cookies she bought, then when we got to the top, we chilled out for a while, you know, taking in the whole view and stuff. Veronica was on the phone for a while to her peeps in Newark, checking in on her son, who had just come back from a trip to the Grand Canyon. We were informed that it snowed there, but he still had fun.

After that, I kind of forget what happened. I just remember walking down hill a lot, and then somehow ending up in Old Montreal. There was some sort of multicultural food festival going on, so we walked through there, and I bought some strange Jamaican pop to drink. It was gross. Mike commented sagely on the people hanging out at the port. "They all just look like they're...posing or something." That they did. But, I didn't take any pictures, so you'll just have to believe me.

After that we took the Metro back to Denis' house, Veronica got asked out on a date by a stranger. She turned him down and we think the stranger thought she was dating Mike because the whole subway ride back, he was giving Mike the staredown. "Wow, Oh my god..." hahaha

We bought some treats for the Couchsurfing barbecue at the grocery store near Denis' house, went back and had a little rest, before we were off again. Denis took his Vespa, and Veronica drove, while me and Mike sort of rambled along on foot, randomly turning corners until we found an IGA where we could buy some real Quebecois beer. We found Andreas' house easily and had a great time. Lots of people I already knew were there, let me just name drop for a sec. Of course I already knew Andreas from two weeks ago, but there was also Felix, a girl I recognized from the Boston invasion back in the day, Richard, Jan and one more whose name I forget.

The place was packed, and everybody headed out to a jazz club called Aquarium for some slightly cheesy jazz music. It seemed to me, like some of the people there were forcing their enjoyment of the act, but who am I to judge, right? Mike and I quickly got bored of this situation, so we rambled some more down the street and found some nice reggae-rock, which ended quickly as well. Then it was time for the long ride home. I don't remember taking some of these photos, but I do remember we talked at length about some heavy existentialism. We figured out that the problem with the world is that it doesn't really exist and that most things are "over". Also, I learned the correct way to pronounce "Masson" from the master of the French language.

Mike leaving Denis' house

Mike leaving Denis' house


Veronica locking the door

Veronica locking the door


Jean-Talon market

Jean-Talon market


Me vs. crepe

Me vs. crepe


Fairmount Bagels

Fairmount Bagels


50 cent sunglasses

50 cent sunglasses


Veronica and beads

Veronica and beads


At the Metro

At the Metro


Veronica t the Metro

Veronica t the Metro


Mike at the Metro

Mike at the Metro


Me at the Metro

Me at the Metro


Veronica and me on the train

Veronica and me on the train


Some people at the BBQ

Some people at the BBQ


More people at the BBQ

More people at the BBQ


Me and Mike, I dunno where

Me and Mike, I dunno where


Jazz band

Jazz band


The end of Montreal

The end of Montreal


I forget...

I forget...


BALTHAZAR

BALTHAZAR

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Motorbike to Montreal!

So, it's off to Montreal again to hang out with my favourite travel blogger, Mike Richard from vagabondish.com. Initially, I wanted to get there on my new motorcycle, but this was not to be. I didn't get enough practice in, and wasn't confident enough to take on the four hour drive by myself.

I asked Derek, my volunteer motorcycle instructor if he would be interested in taking me on the back of his bike and he said yes. I thought that would be an awesome idea, so I jumped at the chance. Derek is a speedy kinda guy (don't tell mom) so he was all excited to drive there (safely) and then speed all the way back home to Ottawa in the middle of the night. I don't really get it, but don't worry when he was driving with me, he was sane.

Riding on Derek's race-type bike is not that comfortable, these things weren't designed for driving long distance. It's also not very quiet. I learned that when you are driving at 100 km/h, you can't listen to CBC podcasts so well. All you can listen to is music, so that's what I did. I cranked up the Morcheeba and R3-30 and I was good to go.

Later, we stopped, in rural Quebec, at a Tim Hortons and I ordered an (extra large) heavenly mint hot smoothie. If you don't know what a hot smoothie is, think of it as a regular smoothie, but take out the ice and replace it with deliciousness (Mike R. knows all about it, just ask him, nyom nyom nyom)

Anyway, when I was ordering, I didn't think that I wouldn't be able to sip this delicious treat on the motorcycle, so we had to hang out for a while, at the Tim Hortons while I finished my drink. After thoroughly wasting a bunch of time, and filling up on gas, we were off again. Predictably, we hit some traffic on the way into the city and I was at least an hour late to meet Mike at Dieu du Ciel, a place that I picked, solely because the beer snob would feel at home there.

Luckily, he hadn't gotten bored and left me. Derek went and parked the motocyclette, and I went inside, looked around and didn't see anybody remotely familiar looking. Most people speak French in that bar, so I had a bunch of confused conversations with some Quebecers. I came out, kind of sad and confused, then started to call Denis to ask what time we had to be at his place and also if he had seen Mike yet. Just as Denis answered the phone, Mike sorta came out of nowhere with this smirk on his face, like he was thinking of course Louise is late.

We said thank you and goodbye to Derek, and headed off to Denis' house, we only had an hour left to get there. We only got a little bit lost on the way there, thanks to the magic of GPS and Kate's soothing British accent, coaxing us along the right path.

Denis is an early riser, so we had a little bit of a curfew. We had to be at his house and in bed by 11 p.m.! On the dot! Hehehe, and we just about were!

As we were walking up to Denis' door, I heard a voice yell "ARE YOU LOOKING FOR DENIS?" It was a smiley young lady from Newark, with energy to spare. She had also traveled to Montreal to stay with Denis for Memorial Day weekend. After seeing her, I knew I was in for some interesting adventures once again in Montreal.

We all went inside and announced our presence loudly. I hadn't seen Denis since November, and I forgot how much of an enthusiasiasm this guy has for life. Denis had just gotten back from a month-long trip in China, and told us about the interesting people he met, and also about the insular Chinese culture. It was incredibly engrossing. Denis is simply fascinated with the East, and he's planning on going back again. On top of this, he informed us that we would all be interviewed on CTV on Sunday to talk about Couchsurfing. Awesome!

Mike gave Denis a bottle of Grey Goose vodka, (I forgot to bring something, shame on me) But anyway, the entire bottle later smashed on the floor of the kitchen, so it didn't end up benefiting anybody in the end.

Kokeshi doll from Jo

Kokeshi doll from Jo


Derek, camera shy

Derek, camera shy

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The tam tam, smoked meat and soccer in the park

Today, I really took it easy. I didn't want anything else to go wrong, so I stayed with my O-town peeps all day. We woke up around 10:30 and Jan-Mark had his bike so he went down to Simon's to exchange his belt that he bought last time.

I had no food with me, so LP's roommates offered me some of their leftover crepes and JM gave me half a pear. I was starving. After Jan-Mark left for Simon's, I hung out with Louis-Philip who is one of the coolest guys I've met in a long time. He's got the whole organic lifestyle thing down pat. He's got a vermi-composter, a little garden, he makes his own bread, shops at a food co-op and he rode his bicycle across Canada while making a documentary about it. Wow! He's quite the impressive guy, and he has done a lot in his short years on this here planet. It really was great to meet somebody who is more hardcore about environmentalism than I am, it doesn't happen very often, and when it does, it's awe-inspiring.

Patricia, Andrew and Luca came to pick me up in the morning, which was great. Then we parked downton to meet Jan-Mark at Simon's. Of course, he was still there, browsing, so we had some fun dressing up and taking videos of silly clothes.

After that, we walked down to the tam tam, a big huge drum circle that happens every Sunday in the Spring, Summer and Fall. This was also good times, but it's already starting to get a little boring for me. I danced a little, but couldn't really get into it as much as I did last time. There were lots of hippies, a free hugs line up, which we gladly took advantage of, and also some breakdancers and hacky-sackers. The usual suspects.

Luca, Andrew and I were starting to get hungry for lunch/dinner and earlier Luca had expressed an interest in eating a Montreal smoked meat sandwich at Schwatrz's. I was also very interested in this, because every time I've ever walked by this place there is a giant lineup. Finally I got to find out what it was all about. Yeah, the smoked meat at Schwartz's is REALLY GOOD. I'm usually a vegetarian, but when I'm travelling, I forget about it. Places like Schwartz's are the reason. If you limit yourself to a certain diet while you're travelling you can't have the full sensory experience of a place, am I right? How would I ever experience an authentic smoked meat sandwich if I was a really strict vegetarian? I mean, I love consuming as little as possible, and eating on the first rung of the food chain as much as the next guy, but in Montreal, you've got to try a smoked meat sandwich. It's like if you go to France and don't drink the wine. I mean come on...

After that, Andrew and Luca ate some ice cream while waiting for Patricia and Jan-Mark to meet us. It took them a while to come, but that was alright, it was a beautiful day and an aggressive panhandler was entertaining us across the street. We watched him get into a couple of fights and before we knew it they were here and we were off to pick up JM's stuff at LP's house. This we did, said our goodbyes and then the boys wanted to play some soccer at a really beautiful and idyllic park just north of Little Italy. There is some pretty impressive footwork in the videos that I took... gimme a woot woot!

I still had some sangria left, so I tried to share it but nobody wanted any. It was gross. Don't buy the sangria in the glass jug, really. If you like Mad Dog (found usually in Ypsilanti, Michigan), you will like this stuff, otherwise, don't drink it. You won't like it.

The ride back was also uneventful. Once again I was crammed in the backseat with a boy and a bicycle, so that was another adventure. We got back to JM's house at about 10 p.m. and I still had to bike home! Ack! I was so tired, I didn't think I would make it, but of course, I did. I tried to write this up last night, to no avail, so I am doing it now, my sweetie babies. Hope you liked my adventures.

Next stop, another trip to Montreal at the end of May to hang out with the dude who founded Vagabondish.com.

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Village des Valeurs and car theft

OK, so I woke up at 2 p.m. and we pretty much immediately headed out to Village des Valeurs. I was looking for a dress for a gala and also for a wedding I'm headed to in June. I was hoping to get one that would work for both and I did. A nice bright red sheath with spaghetti straps, a sheer shawl and a few rhinestones at the shoulders.

Mike snagged a Ralph Lauren jacket from the 80s. He has a small obsession with the brand, so he was happy he got a deal for $9.

After that we were hungry so we stopped at Pushap, a vegetarian Indian place that I had been to before, but never got to eat there, because I had to run off to the Tori Amos concert.

The service is slow here, but the food is very good. We had a feast for two for $20, including samosas, awesome chickpea curry, some kind of cheese thing, yummy vegetables, naan, chai tea and dessert! Delish, I would recommend it to anybody. It's way out in the suburbs, near the Orange Julep though, so give yourself LOTS of time if you are going (for traveling and for the service).

After that, Mike took me up to the top of Mont Royal, and then on a graffiti tour near the bad side of Ste. Catherine St. We parked his car and then went to go look at the paintings. This took about 20 minutes, I would think. On our way back, we passed these thug looking dudes being escorted by about five cops and we watched and wondered what was going on. We turned the corner, and what do you know? The driver's side front window, smashed to bits. All my stuff in the back, is untouched, including my wallet, and the ingnition had not been tampered with. We're pretty sure we saw the culprits getting hauled away on our way there. It was just totally crazy. Mike tells me it will cost $200 to fix his window, so I hope he can get it done soon. Now I owe him some good times in Ottawa at some point.

It was about 8 p.m. and Mike was totally bummed out so he skipped the Couchsurfing meeting where I was scheduled to meet my Ottawa people. And of course, Mike was all worried about whether I'd get there on time or not, even though he had a smashed window.

Anyway, I got there right on time and there was indeed, a big pink sign with the word "couchsurfing" markered on it haphazardly. One guy was sitting underneath, looking glum, and waiting for people to show up. He instantly brightened when I sat down next to him, however. We sat there for 45 minutes waiting for the rest of the crew to show up, and slowly they began to trickle in. However, I did not see a familiar face until around 11 p.m. I was starting to get nervous. When Jan-Mark and Pierre walked into the bar I jumped up and immediately started singing the Euro soccer song, you know the one... "Ole ole ole oleeee" hahaha. JM really loves that one.

So yeah, I inevitably had another great time, met some interesting people and then JM drove me back to LP's house. I was EXHAUSTED, I ended up falling asleep on the table at the bar, even amidst the noise of the crappy cover band and generally extremely excited people. Thankfully, we didn't get lost on our way home this time. JM knows where he goes, don't worry about that, bubba.

I'm on a mission

I'm on a mission

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Getting horribly, horribly lost...

I got to Jan-Mark's house right after work and he informed me that we would no longer be bringing our bikes to Montreal this weekend because Luca's car's brakes were broken. So Andrew and I left our bikes at his house and JM stuffed his bike in the backseat, leaving one and a half seats for me and Luca. Needless to say, it was pretty cozy back there. As soon as we got to Montreal, we stopped at the Provigo and picked up some stuff for our hosts. I bought a big huge chocolate bar. Jan-Mark then informed me that I would be staying with him at Louis-Philip's house and Andrew and Luca will stay at Pierre's house. So, we found Louis-Philip's house and had some of the wine that he brought for LP. I thought I was late for meeting Mike, so I called him to let him know, but I was wrong. Earlier, I had said that I would call him at 9:30, not meet him then. So that was good. We sat around chatting for a while with LP and his roommates, then Andrew and Luca dropped me off dowtown. Mike was waiting for me at the Metro when I got there, because we were a little late, but that's OK. We went to some pub and then to the Mad Hatter, for some 90s music and beer in plastic cups. I guess it was an interesting sort of throwback. Mike knows quite a few people at this place, so I briefly talked to some of them, but none of us had meaningful conversations. One of his friends was pretty obviously interested in me, but he was also gross.

So yeah... soon it was 3 a.m. and I got on the night bus, that friend of Mike's tried to get me to get off the bus and go home with him, so I stayed on it, no matter where it was going. This meant I probably got on the wrong one because I had to walk about two hours to get to what I thought was Louis-Philip's house. I'm walking and I'm walking, but somewhere along the way, I lost the address that I had written down. I thought I had memorized it as 6448 St. Laurent, but this was wrong. I walked and walked until finally I saw a store called "Bling Bling" that we had mocked on the way into town. This is when I realized that I had passed LP's house...a long time ago. There was no way I was walking back, because I was SURE I hadn't seen it on my trek north.

Luckily Bling Bling was right near a Metro station, so I went in there and called Mike. His number was the only number I had on me at the time. My iPod had broken, I don't know if it was dead or what, but that's where I keep all of my phone numbers, and JM's was in there. So there was no way I could call him either. I called Mike and he directed me to his house, so that I could finally get some sleep. It was all the way at the end of the subway line, then a $12 taxi ride to the suburban split level home in the southwest side of the city. (I had walked all the way to the northeast side in Little Italy) By the time I got there, it was 8 a.m. and his mom was up with tea for me, and then I emailed everyone to tell them I got lost and not to worry about me, only the email to LP came out like this because I was DELIRIOUS: "I'm in Lasalle, please send me your address, I am so lost! I tried to walk back last night and I don't know what I'm doing, ohhhhhhh my god. I have your key, just let me know where I have to go! Oh god, HELP. Louise"

Understandably, he wrote back pretty quickly asking if I was OK and gave me his work and home numbers and even offered to let me come and meet him at work. So that was a very nice thing to do.

After sending out that distress signal, I pretty much just passed out in Mike's brother's bed and that was that.

Me in the car, meowing

Me in the car, meowing

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