Montreal 2: Saturday Night In The City

"Every single night we fight to get a little high on life."

- Ke$ha, Crazy Beautiful Life

We left Cat early Saturday morning and found our own way back to the Yorkdale Shopping Centre, where the car had been parked and dutifully waiting for us. In the spirit of independence, I didn't let Wrecking Ball look at a floor plan and instead led him back to the Indigo outside of which we were parked. We were both impressed - I hadn't actually expected to be successful. He wanted to get a map to help us get back on the highway (the directions he had printed out didn't tell us which exit from the mall parking lot to take, and there were a lot of possibilities) and on the way back to the car we stopped at a little bakery and got delicious spinach-and-cheese-stuffed croissants.

My awful, exhausted mood persisted through much of the drive from Toronto to Montreal. I felt irritable and lost, and tried not to let it show, but he noticed anyway. When we were about two hours from Montreal, it was my turn to pick music. I clicked on a couple songs and then admitted that there were only three songs I really wanted to listen to: "Home" by Edward Sharp and the Magnetic Zeros, "I Like You So Much Better When You're Naked" by Ida Maria, and the acoustic cover of "Help, I'm Alive" by Metric. Surprisingly, he consented to me making a playlist of these three songs and we sang them together the rest of the way to Montreal. I felt so close to him. I felt like I was falling in love. I'd been getting that feeling regularly throughout the trip, particularly when he put the setlist in my hands - not because it was the setlist. I don't know what it was. It was just that moment. 

We went to Ikea and just laughed at everything. We joked about it being a foreign country and it was excellent fun. Then we had burgers with WB's friend (I can't think of a nickname for him) and we bought some alcohol. We drank a bit then walked up to the top of a mountain and he took some pictures of us, which I found really fun. Then we went home (visiting some people I didn't know on the way) and drank a little more. We were going to go to Club Super Sex, a strip club (in case you couldn't tell), but suddenly the alcohol and my poor sleep hit me and I just went to bed. I'll go to a strip club the next time I'm in Montreal, that is a promise.