So, I'm in Montreal for a couple of days for business but also having some fun on the side. I've finally figured out why T.O. sucks so much, its because all the hot women live in Montreal. Wow, this place is amazing. So I'm having dinner at this amazing restaurant, and I mean amazing, the talent is awesome. Our waitress thought she knew me from somewhere. So as we're talking, I asked her name and sure enough Ani Claude, we partied together last june when I was at the Mtl. Conference. We drank quite a bit. Can't believe she remembered...who are we kidding, of course she remembered. You have no idea how hot this chick is!
So, I go to the washroom and I can't find a urinal. I thought to myself, "Funny, no urinal in the washroom, weird." But then again this is Montreal and the French are different. So I'm standing in a stall doing number onsies and the bus boy walks in to the washroom to service it.
"Ah...excuse me sir, do you know you're in the ladies whashroom?"
"Get the fuck outta here!" "Seriously?"
"Seriously." "Luckily there are no women in here."
(Still not sure why that's lucky.) (I should mention that at this point I'm standing in a stall directly across from the entrance to the washroom with the stall door wide open...only one hand is free...the other being used for stabilizing purposes.)
So, I finish. Really. Can't stop the flow. You know?
Great night. Going to bed now. Going to Globe tomorrow night. That will be a bender I'm sure.
ttfn.
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