Today we with got off a 15 hour bus ride at 6am in Montreal, got breakfast, navigated the metro, got directions from a cute barista who was giving samples of drinks to people outside his shop, explored downtown Montreal, shoped at some cute boutique stores, got frozen yogurt from a guy who did not give a shit about his job to the point that he was napping when we came in so he hit us with a towel 10 seconds after we came in, checking in, took a shower, took a nap, explored some more, went to the fine arts museum, met the group girls our age from PEI that we befriended on the bus for Mexican food and sangria, found out that they are actually super cool and have a lot in common with us, asked the cool waiter directions to the liquor store, got a lot of cheap wine and coolers which we carried without bags because the store didn't have any which is apparently acceptable in Montreal, went back to the dorm with group of newly acquired friends, made friends with other Osheaga people drinking in the dorm one of whom looks like young Ryan Gosling and knowing this quoted many lines of The Notebook with the help of his highly intoxicated buddies, had brief 20 minute party in our room until someone spilled a beer and people scattered, went on a quest with people to find cigarettes, drank more on a relatively empty stomach, and am continuing to do so while sitting in a window sill and typing out this post.
So basically I've shamelessly done almost everything one can do in Montreal at the age of 18 in less than 18 hours. And most of the things Maegan's mom told her not to do, except for drugs.
Hearts,
Julianne
(Due to circumstances, these are going to be shuffled around but you can follow the numbers in the titles.)
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