Boy oh boy was our hotel in Montreal ever nice. Despite the pain of being reminded that I never go anywhere nice, Hotel de la Montagne was amazing. The bathroom was cavernous - 2 sinks, one of those concave mirrors to magnify one's blemishes, a full-body mirror, a scale, a heat lamp, 1 shower + 1 bath (separate), and the toilet, out of view of the door, had a phone next to it. "Hello, I'm just thinking here, but you gotta sell sell sell!!! Get rid of everything!"
Here is the nightime view of Crescent St. from our balcony:
(I tricked the slow shutter speed + camera shake by holding the camera down on the railing - Mandy would be proud)
The Montreal leg of our trip was so great, so relaxing, and so drunk-getting. Becker and Joanne were gracious enough to let us stay with them for a couple of nights. Their apartment is pretty sweet, but even though it would be a lie to say that you could have two roommates live there if they weren't a couple, or in to watching each other sleep. Here is a picture of their kitchen:We went here:
It's a fucking Montreal institution! It's so nice that we went twice! We also went twice to Saint Viateur Bagel, but I think Heidi has the pictures of that. We also did a lot of this:
So I'd love to move to Montreal. I'll start a charity in order to raise the funds. If you or anyone you know has a couple thousand dollars just kicking around, just gathering dust, and would like to donate it to this cause, please contact me at this blog. Thank you very much.
(We also had $8 pitchers and hung out with Conrad and climb the mountain/hill!)