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First things first.

I PROMISE that when I get a chance to freakin' breath...as in, have no school...I will do the updates for Australia. I have SO many amazing photo's...sit tight, they are coming.

This is the first update from me in MONTHS. Sadly, I have been too busy with work and school to do anything on the blog. But since work just sent me to Montreal and I just spent an entire day travelling, I thought what a better opportunity to tell you all about my trip!

We got to Montreal on Tuesday, and we had tickets to go see the Oilers play the Canadiens in the Bell Centre. The Bell Centre is a new, modern hockey arena that sits 21,000+ (Rexall, by comparison, holds only 16,839). The game was sold out and was ROCKING. The game was really exciting, with three fights and even a shoot-out. Sadly, my team lost...but it was such a good experience that I didn't mind. One thing that was amazing was that we were near the "Molson Ex Girls". Placed at either end of the rink, there is a DJ that pumps out tunes, while these girls wearing skin tight booty shorts and tight referee shirts dance with each other provocatively. Obviously, it was fucking awesome. We had a Montreal smoked meat sandwhich, a beer (nearly $10 by the way...ouch), hot women, and a hockey game. So THIS is what heaven will be like...

Of course, we were there for work which was boring. But when we didn't have to work, we went down St. Catherine's street. Similar in many respects to Melbourne, there is a strip club / sex shop / peep show / adult store every two blocks. One store advertised "best contact dance in all of Montreal". In another example, this one guy tried to solicit business to the club by urging people on the street to come inside. He came up to us and said "Mes amis...come inside...20 tits for you!!!".

Sadly, unlike Borat, I did not make cultural visit for Glorious Benefit of Edmonton and go inside.

Another pretty good time was when we went to this bar that was three levels tall in the OLD Montreal Forum (ie. the habs old arena). While the bar was dead (actually, most of Montreal was pretty slow -- the locals blamed it on the weather which was really rainy) but that didn't stop me from drinking my face off. My co-worker and I went on a mini pub crawl that night. At this one microbrewery, we asked our bartender (her name was Jordan) where to go for cougars.

Her reply was immediate: "Thursdays". Thus, armed with this knowledge, we went to said bar...and, well, lets just say that the age group made the GAS PUMP look YOUNG! There were these old men, seriously old...I think one guy was at least 65 or older...trying to pick up younger women. (Where younger = 40's). Naturally, it was spectacular to see...

Now, neither me nor my co-worker speak French but he did have some smattering of French. As he got drunker, he was convinced more and more that he could converse in French. At one point, he asked a woman something in French, to which she'd replied. Then, he leant over to me and laugh that he had no CLUE what she had said... I imagine that she was PROBABLY telling him how she wanted to take us back to her place to watch her and her girlfriends have a naked panty tickle fight, or something like that.

One thing that I will say is that it's really cool how everyone (it seemed) was Bilingual. Me, being only English speaking, felt like a tool most of the time for not being able to respond in French...maybe when I get done my MBA I'll have to learn French.

All in all, a great trip and would love to go back again. Afterall, I need to try "real French Poutine"...

posted by Team Shawn Michaels @ 7:51 p.m.