Yesterday I met some friends for lunch and then we went off to an island in the middle of the seaway (it has a name, I just don’t know it) where they were having a rave. It was also a good spot to take pictures of the Montréal skyline. Although as it got dark we got covered in bugs. It’s hard to pose in front of a skyline and look good with a bug on your nose.
Afterwards, there was a dinner. It was at a Japanese restaurant. I had eaten there on Saturday under the advice of a friend. He recommended the all-you-can-eat sushi meal. This was a mistake as you don’t get to choose the sushi, and it arrives too slowly, and then, when it does come, it comes in big chunks. That time I had to bail due to scheduling conflicts before I really felt full.
This time there was a much larger party that we hooked up with. They seemed to have made the same mistake. I ordered quintessential Canadian lemon chicken.
Then off to another party. This wasn’t as active as previous ones. People seemed to be getting tired. A lot of the time was spent just watching TV. (I can do that in Edmonton!)
Today, I once again had to sleep in late. I am looking forward to one day eating an actual breakfast instead of muffins from local bakeries. Tim Hortons muffins go down well. The local bakery has muffins that feel like a lead weight in your stomach for the rest of the day.
I met some friends and we went touristing. We drove to the top of Mont Royal and took pictures of the beautiful view. Then we went to the Olympic stadium. We arrived too late to use the funicular to the top. It closes at 5:00, which is weird. Are they trying to be like a bank?
The stadium was for the 1976 Olympics, but the tower wasn’t finished until the 1990’s. Another building we passed later this evening was cordoned off because glass kept falling off of it on to the sidewalk.
Montréal may have a lot more culture, but at least the building are standing in Edmonton.
For dinner I had French Onion soup. Another friend has steak. My soup was better than anything I had ever got in Edmonton, and was on par with my mother’s who had learned technique in France. The steak looked tough and pathetic compared to Alberta beef.
I feel I came out ahead.