I walked aimlessly around St. Laurent street. I then followed a group of people into a building without knowing anything about it, and paid 21 Canadian dollars to get in. I thought, wow, pretty expensive cover charge. I walked in, enjoyed a few drinks, and looked around. These people were weird. Some of the weirdest I’ve seen. I started to regret my impulsiveness and thought about leaving, but I stayed. People were selling records by Height with Friends, Dan Deacon; apparently this was a concert featuring these guys — I had never even heard of any of these artists. Still, I stayed. I stood around, just thinking.

Then I saw a girl. I was half in love with her by the time we sat down. That’s the thing about girls.  Every time they do something pretty, even if they’re not much to look at, or even if they’re sort of stupid, you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are.  Girls.  Jesus Christ.  They can drive you crazy.  They really can. Anyway, she was as nice as anyone. Great smile, too. Straight out of a movie, she could have been. And then she went to the washroom and that was that. I stayed for the concert, watched people dance like absolute maniacs, and somewhat enjoyed it — it was some odd house music. Definitely a different experience. 

I made my way back to the hotel. I stopped by McDonalds to buy two apple pies. They only had one. I still ate it though. I talked to some kids there. They were from Montreal, but no different than kids from the US. It’s interesting how both different and similar people here can be. Started back on my way to the hotel, and I guess I was so engaged in my pie that I didn’t realize I passed my hotel, and suddenly I was lost. Then I started to ask people around for directions back. I really like talking to random people. I really do. Then I started my way again. I overheard someone asking where they could get some poutine, which I had this afternoon, so I figured I’d tell them where I had mine. Then we found out we were both from NJ, he from Monmouth County! Gee, small world huh? Then I got back to the hotel. But not yet satisfied, I went right back out and made my way to Crescent St. I walked into a club and sat down. Turns out it was a latino club or something, or it had to have been. The music and people were both latino, so it only makes sense to assume the club was too, right? Anyway, I left shortly afterwards. I stopped by a deli to buy a bottled water; I was so thirsty!!! Then I saw a man who was wearing a Royal Military College jacket (the Canadian military academy equivalent of the US’ service academies). Turns out he was an ‘08 grad, and spent a semester as an exchange student at West Point. Gee, small world huh?

This is just to say, I spent my night impulsively,
and I don’t really regret it. In fact, I enjoyed it.