This blog is about my adventures during the 2008 NG Montreal Meetup, which took place from March 20th to March 24th. I have divided this blog into four chapters:

CHAPTER 1: FOREPLAY
CHAPTER 2: FULL-ON X-RATED SHAGADELIC FUCKFEST & CLIMAX
CHAPTER 3: THE BEAUTIFUL AFTERGLOW
CHAPTER 4: THE NEXT MORNING (& FINDING OUT ABOUT THE STD).

I've sub-divided each of those chapters into sub-chapters such as:

Rhythmatic pumping, deep breathing. and
Blissful cuddling, echoes of orgasm manifesting in shudders and sighs.

Going further, I've divided those sub-chapters into various headlines that describe major events, such as:

[WHAT IT WOULD HAVE BEEN LIKE IF THE WHOLE BBS SHOWED UP]

and

[DRUNK GROUP ABDUCTS LARGE ORANGE PHALLIC SYMBOL]

If these intrigue you, then read on. HOWEVER, I warn you that this is going to be one long motherfucking post, because, well, a lot of stuff happened and I want to do the trip justice. In fact, it spans TWO blog posts. If you've just randomly stumbled across my blog and had no idea that this even happened then you might want to save this read for when you've got some time. If you don't care, then I don't care either. If you went to the meet (or wished you had) then hopefully this blog will be both informative and entertaining. Also, I'm only going to use usernames because while most people are probably cool with their real names being used, some may not be, and I don't feel like asking them and/or making it obvious by not using their name while using other's. So without further ado, we begin our sexy story:

(Oh wait, there's some ado. The thread that started it all!)

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###### CHAPTER ONE: FOREPLAY ######

## Part I: Warming Up... ##

[NO ONE SIMPLY WALKS INTO MO- ... NTREAL]

Well, not if you're coming from Nova Scotia and want to do it quick. Hence we (TropicalParadise (aka Lauren) and I) opted for a plane. It left early.

When midnight rolled around I was supposed to be sleeping, getting a few hours of rest in before the 3:10am alarms went off. But I didn't. Some may remember me posting in the meet-up thread, declaring my quasi-insomnia. Was it nerves? Just the occasional bout of sleeplessness I'm afflicted with every now and again? Either way, I was on the plane before you knew it, my mind not dealing with the fact that we were about to meet up with a bunch of strangers. Strangers, from the internet. From Newgrounds.

[SUDDENLY IT'S ALL TOO REAL!]

The first thing we had to do after deplaning was walk the lengths of 600 football fields to get to the "arrivals" section of the airport. We stopped halfway to fuel up on an apple strudel. After that, we called FBIPolux, whose aunt had agreed to drive us to his place.

The FBI-mobile arrived and FBI's face greeted us from the passenger window, where he launched into some undecipherable hand gestures. The car pulled up to the curb some 20 feet away so I assumed we were to get in; we were. After about 20 minutes into the drive we realized that his aunt had a dog on her lap. Yep.

FBI's aunt drove us to his modest but nice apartment, where we set up camp and revelled in the actuality of our proximity: "hey, you're from the internet..." Since the main meet-up day of partying was set for Friday, and Thursday was more of a "people arriving" day, there were no grand plans. So we just sort of sat around thumb-twiddling for an hour or so. Eventually FBI got a hold of SNIPER and we had a plan and a destination.

[ENDURANCE TEST CLEVERLY DISGUISED AS "TOUR"]

We began to walk. And walk. And walk. First, from FBI's house to the metro (subway station), a 15 minute walk that we would make many more times in the near future. We purchased a week-long metro pass, which turned out to be a fabulous idea, and rode to where we planned to meet SNIPER. We were early, so we walked a bit more around downtown. Went we went back, there he was. Internet-people met +1.

Together, SNIPER and FBI gave us a tour of the underground city, which is essentially a massive complex of underground malls. There were a lot of stores, and the term "underground city" isn't much of a misnomer. I had my first (and only, now that I think about it) Montreal poutine (delicious) in one of the many food-courts. Then we broke the surface and wandered all around the heart of city on foot, crossing through China Town, Old Montreal, the docks... all of which were covered in the grey, charmless dreary coat of a big city in the wintertime. They assured us it was fabulous any other time of the year, and we believed them (Halifax is the same way). All told, we walked... a lot. For about, five hours or so, before arriving back at FBI's for a brief interlude before we went out for dinner.

[COMFORTABLE ENOUGH TO BE IDIOTS TOGETHER]

Right before we got back to his place though, we stopped at an IGA to procure breakfast items so that we wouldn't be constantly spending money on eating out. I found that we wanted more things than my arms could carry so I grabbed the first cart I found. As it turned out, it was a "kiddie"-cart that came up to my kneecap or so, and had this giant pole with a plastic flag attached to it, presumably so you could see the bloody thing coming at you if it happened to be piloted by a pint sized shopper. FBI slapped a NG sticker on it and we got many a strange look as I steered the thing around by its pole.

[MALE-FEMALE RATIO BREIFLY HITS 3:2!!!]

At this point I was getting quite tired; you may recall I hadn't slept yet. I was ready to forgo dinner in favour of falling asleep, but obviously no one would have that. We loaded up on booze and SNIPER made some "killer-Koolaid" (secret recipe) that was quite yummy and alcoholy.

DancingTurkeyGod aka DTG got in touch with SNIPER and he told her to go to the metro by FBI's place, only to later decide that we'd go out now, rendering her journey useless. Oops. We walked again (3rd time) to the metro and met DTG there. I had 3 new internet-friends now, and was grateful for the one-at-time nature that they were appearing. That tendency was shattered at our destination, when EyeLovePoozy, Afro-Ninja, and poxpower arrived. Though it disrupted the pattern (and the ratio), their combined sexiness was enough to make up for it. And then to top it all off, Evark appeared after successfully navigating the metro.

## Part II: Pre-Ejaculate ##

[THE "FIRST SUPPER"]

Our little troop then followed the locals to St. Hubert's, a family-restaurant type chicken-house, where we sent the staff into a small frenzy by asking for a place for nine. Dinner commenced, and so did the multitude of picture-taking. Nothing intense besides great conversation and laughter took place, though Poozy did insult some lady for not moving when he wanted more room to take a group picture, and the waiter forgot SNIPER's pop. Oh, and Lauren had her first legal Canadian drink. I introduced Evark and Poozy to Alexander Keiths (they liked it, or faked it well). As things were wrapping up Dez showed up unexpectedly, and bam! we were a group of ten.

(Oh, and my Chicken Wing Challenge began that night. To explain briefly, my current co-workers (I work at a health-conscious juice bar) find it undyingly amusing that I love chicken wings. They wondered if I was going to eat a lot of them in Montreal. I said yes, they told me to keep track. I ordered only eight, due to lack of hunger and lack of funds).

[NERDS ATTEMPT NON-VIDEO RELATED GAMES!]

After this I was expecting to go home and sleep, but understandably everyone else wanted to find fun. Fuckers (<3). At this point I was just sort of on auto-pilot, my body assuming it was just going have to do without sleep until something vital shut down so I gladly followed everyone out into the cold, bitter night. For more walking! It was all good though, the walk allowed for some more interesting conversation and sightseeing.

Once at the place I played some pool, which I started off okay at then progressively got more and more horrible... the four of us (Evark, Dez, Lauren and I) were playing team 8-ball games that were lasting an embarrassingly long amount of time. Then on to bowling, which I did even worse at, scoring about a 42 over ten frames, not a single mark either. I choose to blame it on my tiredness and the fact that I never played with big ass bowling balls before. Thankfully nobody disowned me. Other people did well, I know Evark broke 100, and Afro-Ninja, after a shaky start, killed us all at like... 130? All I can say for sure is that I sucked.

Finally it was time to call it a night, at least for Lauren, FBI, Dez and I, since the metro was closing soon and we lived far away. More walking (which for me had started to resemble zombie-walking) and metroing, then I was on FBI's floor with an air mattress, pillow and blanket.

After 38 hours of being awake, I dropped into a dreamless slumber.

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# CHAPTER TWO: FULL-ON X-RATED SHAGADELIC FUCKFEST & CLIMAX #

## Part III: Rhythmic pumping, deep breathing. ##

[SAMUEL L. JACKSON & CO. ENTERTAIN]

I got up around 10, feeling a lot better after getting even 9 hours of sleep into me. FBI was much more reluctant to get out of bed, and Lauren and I were showered and eating toaster strudels before he crawled out, ready to start the day.

poxpower had made reservations at a place for 5:30, so we had a chunk of time in which there were no plans. Between the three of us we agreed to watch Pulp Fiction (as FBI and I are fans and Lauren hadn't seen it before) when Evark called us up demanding we do something more social. After some on-the-fly planning and scheming, we settled on watching Pulp Fiction... at DTG's house! On a projector screen! Evark kindly picked us up and I vandalized his brother's (MuyBurrito)sketchbook as payment. At DTG's we found that pox, Afro and Poozy were already there. SNIPER also got there, but I forget when or how. So we all clambered up to the projector screen and after some technical fiddling we got Pulp Fiction rolling.

Sometime during the film Jonas and Warrickneff appeared. We essentially shunned them until the movie was abruptly ended right as 'The Bonnie Situation' segment of the movie was getting underway. The computer controlling the DVD player refused to cooperate so we were forced to socialize. There were some rough games of air-hockey, some beer drinking, chip munching, etc.

[HILTON FAMILY UNKNOWINGLY HOSTS SEXIEST MEETUP EVER]

Then someone decided it was time to get moving, so we decided to go to Afro's hotel and get him checked in. FBI, pox and Poozy went in Jonas' car to go do something that I forget (insert your own homoerotic fantasy here) and the rest of us went to the DoubleTree by Hilton, a nice 4-star place that would soon become the unofficial nexus and HQ for the rest of the meetup.

In the lobby we found Luis, MRat and Pako. Introductions were passed around and we decided to go see Luis' room and hang out there for a while before the big party started. We watched some TV and some of us signed the giant 5XL t-shirt that Luis got from bob, especially for the meetup's sake. Luis said that we were going to donate it to the office afterwards.

## Part IV: Arching back, clenching fists.

[WAITRESS PAYS OFF STUDENT LOANS WITH NG-TIP MONEY]

So then we were off! We arrived at 'Le 3 Brasseurs' (The 3 Brewers) and this time the staff were prepared, thanks to pox's reservations for 25 people. So we sat, and it was happy hour, so we also drank. At this point people started arriving in small clusters. First there was Rig, then Vegeton appeared, then Malachy showed up, then Jonas' car gang came, then ShitOnAStick arrived... NegativeONE, AsthmaticHamster, Dez (again)... and probably more. I was on one end of the table so the other end was a bit of a hazy mystery for me. I had 16 chicken wings (total: 24) and a bunch of reduced-price beer. At the end of happy-hour I ordered two more pints, prompted on pox's casual bet that I couldn't finish them (I didn't, but if I had I'd've been puking). It didn't go to waste though, Evark and pox happily eliminated my last one for me.

What other amusing things occurred at dinner? Dez kept hitting her head on the light fixture, Poozy and Afro popped their poutine cherries (Afro's was caught on tape), the waitress started speaking to Poozy in rapid-fire French about an order misunderstanding for a good five seconds while he sat there helplessly... until pox calmly informed her that he spoke English. Peanuts were everywhere, Rig explained in laymen's terms how PS3/360 sound people fit all the sound in a game in to 20MB, uhh and there was a pay-a-dollar breathalyzer which told me I was 100%-okay even though my head was swimming and I was getting all warm and silly.

[20+ PEOPLE LOSE 20+ DIFFERENT VIRGINITIES]

Thereafter we went to an actual bar, called Brutopia. We flooded downstairs and soon took over a large corner where the alcohol started to flow more freely. This event is probably better remembered via the mass amount of pictures and in point form:

- Many stickers got applied to many body parts.
- I discovered "chocolate beer."
- Malachy lost his engagement ring.
- FBI pretended to find it, I pretended to attack him for being an ass and beer was spilled. =(
- I think this is when SOAS gave me a fork.
- Lauren found the engagement ring.
- Evark bought me a long-promised beer.
- We started sitting on each other's laps.
- We started touching each other. A lot.
- Poozy bought us all a round of shots. <3
- More to come? (As people comment and remind me).

## Part V: Lonnng, breath-halting, pulsating orgasm. ##

[DRUNK GROUP ABDUCTS LARGE ORANGE PHALLIC SYMBOL]

Then we left the bar, en route for the Hilton. But before we got to the metro SOAS happened upon a giant road cone/pylon, and NG meetup history was made.

Pako and I started carrying the cone with us, and somehow as a mobile, drunk group we decided we had to "take it with us." Several of us took turns carrying the giant thing to the metro: up and over the little toll station, where the lady on duty went berserk, pressing button and what we assume was calling some sort of authority.

The subway arrived quickly, before any authorities could respond. There was a tense moment when the doors felt like they were taking too long to close, and we thought they had stopped the train. But no, they closed, and we were off. There are many pictures. Encouraged by our victory we decided to take it one step further and get the thing into the hotel. Boldly, the group barrelled in, right past the front desk, two people carrying a filthy, orange and white cone to the elevators. Bam, we were in. Up we go, and right to Afro's room. At that point I think we put some stickers on it and took a few victory pictures, then went to Luis' room two storeys up.

[THERE ARE PICS; IT DID HAPPEN]

There were a chunk of people who got stuck in the elevator and experienced a 15-minute mini drama. I was not one of them so I don't know what REALLY happened. Apparently they figured it was because of the cone (it wasn't, or at least no one ever said it was), and apparently some tempers became strained. MYSTERY.

So yeah, we're in Luis' room now, and everyone's everywhere, penises are getting drawn on people, there's booze and snacks and Afro-Ninja stickers strewn everywhere, I think someone started puking at one point... then Jonas tried to set up the 360 and the living room TV wouldn't cooperate, so we tried switching it out for the bedroom one... and by this time Luis was beginning to realize that his security deposit was in danger, along with whatever insurance against fees that come along with a party-trashed room. So he kicked most of us out, and we trickled down to Afro's room.

This is when things started getting hot 'n' heavy, with 6-7 person pileups in the bed, and on the couch... the cone even got in on some of it. I remember massages being handed out and cuddling with Rig. Stickers were getting reapplied to body parts and to various surfaces in the room (it was probably a very wise decision on Luis' part to boot us out). Beer was in the fridge, we were jumping and poking and tickling and the camera missed a sexy Lauren and Dez kiss by about 2 seconds (bloody charging flash!) Merry was made but eventually people started to become more sluggish. Eventually they dropped away to sleep or to other destinations. I got lucky enough to score the pull out couch with pox and Lauren, Warrickneff and Rig got the floor, and the bed was occupied by... Evark, Dez, SOAS and Afro-Ninja and possibly someone else (the cone is a prime suspect). Poor Poozy got locked out of a gone-to-bed-relatively-early Luis room, and spent most of the night just sitting awake in Afro's room I think. Oh, before I went to bed I stole people's footwear; I hid Evan's in two places. Then sleep.

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###### CHAPTER THREE: THE BEAUTIFUL AFTERGLOW ######

## Part VI: Laborious panting, frozen in place. ##

[NAVIGATING MONTREAL BASED ON FAITH ALONE]

We woke up. In my bed and in my immediate area, were Newgrounders. EyeLovePoozy was sitting there, awake. Rig stirred. Evan popped up. Surreal.

As consciousness settled, we began to assemble our belonging and make plans. But first, Evan needed his shoes. Since stealing and hiding them was primarily for the amusement of doing it and not actually making him look for them, I told him where I put them. He found the first one just fine, but then the second was NOT where I had put it. Uh oh. I joined in the search, looking earnestly, but we couldn't seem to find it. I felt sorta bad.

FBI had disappeared along with a few others in the wee hours of the morn', but Lauren and I were intent on not spending money on breakfast. Our toaster strudels were still plentiful, and all our toiletries were at his house. We invited Warrickneff to accompany us on the journey back to FBI's, since his plan was, well... he didn't have one.

I went to use the washroom before I left, and looked in the washroom cupboards in hopes of finding Evan's shoe. Lo and behold, it was actually there, in the bottom right-hand drawer, stuffed behind a hand towel. What. The. Fuck. Whoever did that: you wily bastard you! Evan was pleased, and then he left (for home!), and I never saw him again. The trip was not over for me yet, no way. The three of us left, found a metro station and we were off, with only a vague idea of how to get back to FBI's. Warrickneff put his faith completely in us: he of course had never even been there.

Unexcitingly, we did just fine, without getting lost even once. There were enough landmarks and we knew the street names even though we couldn't properly pronounce them. A boxer-clad and horribly tired FBI answered out knock and we were in, we ate, we cleaned up, and it was time to start the day.

[BIODOME (PAULY SHORE SOLD SEPERATELY)]

We had heard rumours about the famed Montreal BioDome, which is essentially a big ol' zoo but with partitioned sections that contain wildly different ecosystems. Lauren wished to go, and I thought it was damn good idea. So we called up a few folks (Afro and SNIPER, I remember) and made plans to meet there with as many remaining folks as possible.

Using the POWER OF THE INTERNET, I found out which metro station we needed, and we were off again (without FBI, he was too tired). Warrickneff bought a Subway sub on the way, and he ordered what I usually get (with some different veggies). He tried ordering in French because he knows a bit but had to give up eventually and revert to English. I still commend him for trying though.

Er, anyway, we got to the right place and found SNIPER, who told us Afro & Co. had already reached the BioDome, and that he was waiting for DTG. We left him there to wait and we went to find the Afro group, which was about 8 strong. We got to the BioDome, and walked past a line-up that was probably... 250 people long? It was huge. It wrapped around the whole damn building and seemed to stretch on forever. We found the guys at the cafeteria; they had given up on the BioDome idea after seeing the massive size of the line. I must admit, we were disheartened by it as well. Lauren would not be swayed though. Since they hadn't even tried to test the line's speed, they couldn't know for sure how fast it was moving. So Lauren and I decided to stand in line while Warrickneff went to the front to ask someone how long they had been waiting. Turns out the line was like, a 15 minute wait. We moved along quite fast. Soon the Afro group either handed us money for tickets or stealthily cut in line. DTG and SNIPER also arrived, and before long, we were in.

There was all sorts of cool stuff, but I wont waste a lot of time blabbing about the zoo; there are tons of pictures that I'll link to. First we took a group pictures or two, then we went to Rainforest Land, saw some wicked monkeys and crazy super-parrots. Then we went to Canadian Wilderness land, which was pretty boring. There were some beavers, and that may have been where the bats were. The bats were sweet. Then onto Underwater Land, which was insane, with 6-foot fish and ducks of all sorts of breeds diving for food. Then it was Antarctic Land, where penguins and puffins entertained endlessly.

[WANDERING AROUND A GIANT CLOSED MALL ISN'T SO FUN AFTER ALL]

It was time to leave. DTG had booked a timeslot at a laser tag place, but it was hours until then. Malachy left for home at this time, and the rest of us headed for the Eaton Centre via metro. In fact, this is same area of the underground city where I had eaten the poutine. We went to the same food court and found a table and got some food.

There was a particularly funny incident where we sighted a fellow who looked very much like FBI across the way. For a long time we debated whether or not it was actually him (it wasn't), and we started trying to discreetly take pictures of him. Finally, Jonas simply got up and walked over to the bewildered guy. Apparently he did not get permission to take a picture as the fellow didn't speak English. Whatever, guy. Still, we cracked up a lot.

Food was finished and there was still oodles of time to kill so we agreed to meet back in one place after 45 minutes after branching into smaller groups. The plan was to browse the mall... one problem: it was closed. Well, 90% closed. Apparently on the weekends the shopping centres close at 5pm. The only open spots were the food places. After about 15 minutes Lauren and I gave up and went to the meeting place to wait for 30 minutes. There was a candy store that was open so she went there and bought some stuff. Pop Rocks are wicked.

## Part VII: Rolling off, sweat film breaks with sucking sound. ##

[WHAT IT WOULD HAVE BEEN LIKE IF THE WHOLE BBS SHOWED UP]

It was time for laser tag. We went to LazerQuest and walked up the short entryway staircase to find a massive crowd of 14 year old French kids, some awkwardly older people, and stressed parents. It was a frenzy. It was claustrophobic. Thankfully, a game started, or ended, or something, and the crowded melted away, leaving mostly just the meetup crew. Dez reappeared, and BillofBob, a Montrealer I never got to officially meet, showed up, and possibly some others that I didn't know. We were over the number of people that DTG reserved spots for, but they people were accommodating. We signed up, got usernames (some used NG usernames, and there were some amusing "typos") and waited. Luis consulted a toy machine and stocked up on many rubber bouncy balls, and handed them out. They were for throwing at little kids. Yup.

It was time! We marched into the briefing room, accompanied by a roughly equal group of strangers, most of which were little boys (analogous to the BBS). We were randomly divided into teams, Red vs Green (I was Red), and then set loose in the giant three-storey maze.

First, I stuck with Dez. We manoeuvred around total-SWAT style, covering each other, using quick hand motions... only problem was we couldn't find a soul for like 10 minutes. It's only fun to pretend to be SWAT when you get bunker up and fire at people, so we dropped the routine out of exasperation and eventually got separated. Then I found people! And they kicked my ass. I was dying constantly it seemed, and it was almost always in a head-to-head encounter: my opponents were just better at hitting the small targets than I was.

My luck did change though. I bumped into DTG around 2/3s of the way through the game and we found some excellent cover on a mid-level area. From that vantage point we had a good angle on a huge cluster of Greens up on the high-level. I got crouched in a corner and would pick off two before the enemy lasers would converge on my position, at which point I'd simply pop back around the corner. A few times some Greens tried to nail me through a hole in the wall that looked down on the lower-level but I managed to hit them first every time that happened. So between DTG and I's combined fire we eventually drove the nest of Greens out of their spot. Later I found out EyeLovePoozy was using an area just below us to do essentially the same thing: we had been providing him cover as well. Go us!

Suddenly, game over. We were all sweaty and we all had big grins. Apparently several little munchkins got beaned by bouncy balls, and to top it off Red won! I placed 16th overall, which is about middle of the road. Rig and NegativeONE got second and third I think, and some crazy guy with a kilt took the gold. He was on Red, and he's probably why we won. The cool Montreal air felt wonderful as we set off in search of a bar.

[THE GREAT DIVIDE & RETIRING THE CONE]

There was a bit of indecision outside LazerQuest as we compared score sheets, found out who killed who and tried to decide which way to walk. Someone took the initiative and we moved around until we ended up at... Brutopia? Several of us weren't keen on going to the same place twice since Montreal has like, a billion bars and, well, you don't travel X amount of miles to do the same stuff everyday!

So Brutopia was scrapped, and we were afflicted with another bout of indecision. This time the group actually split into two, with a chunk of 10 or so heading to a hookah bar and the rest evidently heading for the Hilton. Lauren and I initially tagged along with the hookah group because FBI was with 'em and he was who we needed to get back to his place... but then Lauren felt it would be a better idea to go back to the hotel, so we diverted and found the nearest metro station, and met the hotel group at the Hilton. We went to Afro's room and soberly regarded the cone, figuring he might get in shit for leaving the thing in there when it came time to check out. So we carried the thing into the stairwell and left it there to stand sentry one storey down.

We had some fridge-beer then set off on foot to find a place to either drink or eat or both. We passed several places and were running out of options when I found that a restaurant called Pizzadelic sold chicken wings (they had their menu posted outside). No one had any reason to object, so in we went.

# Part VIII: Blissful cuddling, echoes of orgasm manifesting in shudders & sighs #

[DOUBLE OR NOTHING ON THE CHICKEN WING CHALLENGE]

The place was nice, and practically empty. There were about 9 of us, and we got a seat immediately, unlike at St. Hubert's. At this point I had eaten only 24 wings, so I ordered a plate of 24 to double up the count. They didn't have any flavour options so I ordered whatever their one flavour was. Turns out they were mildly spicy. I like spicy, but it's a lot harder to wolf down 24 spicy wings than it is to eat 24 honey-garlic ones. But I managed, and the total now stood at 48.

Arbitrary observations: Lauren ordered 16 wings. Afro got a burger which turned out to be more lettuce than anything. NegativeONE got a rum and coke served in what looked like a thimble. More pictures got taken.

As we were finishing the hookah group showed up, and we were one group again! Lauren didn't finish her wings and offered some to others. I think pox got one... and he ended up ordering some himself. Remember this.

The first group was done eating, and we weren't keen to stay and drink there. DTG had mentioned that there was a cider bar and we were interested in trying something different. So the 9 of use set off again, the other group agreed to follow when they were finished. We walked for a short while until we happened upon a bar called YER MAD. It had a really neat sign that Lauren and I had noticed on our first day.

[UNTOLD LITRES OF CIDER ARE DEMOLISHED]

Yer Mad wasn't especially classy: it was kind of dark and cramped. We moved into a corner and consulted the cider menu. DTG recommended a drink called Kir Breton, which was cider mixed with some sort of fruit juice. We ordered a few litres, and when the liquid touched my tongue I forgot entirely about the subpar surroundings. It was apple juice! Apple juice that had a bunch of tasteless alcohol in it!

Soon the other group arrived, and a few more litres had been ordered. Some freaks ordered beer and drank that, but the majority of us binged on cider. Lauren drank a lot. She never gets drunk, but she was the drunkest I'd ever seen her that night. Many pictures were taken, again. Some hilarious poses for .gifs were discovered. Jonas busted out a sketchpad and some artists got to work filling it up. It was a damned good time.

But all good times must end. And when we left the bar, it was time for some of the Montrealers to say goodbye for good. There were drunken hugs and heartfelt goodbyes. Poxpower began to leave to the metro when someone pointed he had not been hugged. Four of us (myself included) decided this would not do, and rushed the fellow as he stood in the middle of the street for a massive pox-hug. Sadly, hilariously, he was holding his take-home container of unfinished wings from Pizzadelic when we attacked him, and the container opened when he was enveloped. Wings flew onto the street, pox cries "MY WINGS!" and throws the container at us, then runs away. We felt terrible and laughed our asses off simultaneously. Sorry pox. Next meet I'm sure the perpetrators will be more than happy to buy you a plate of wings. =D

[SECOND ORGY ATTEMPTED, CONAN O'BRIEN WATCHED INSTEAD]

The remainder of us returned to the Hilton (I went to Afro's room, others went to Luis'), where the pull-out bed was immediately engaged and we started to get cozy. The TV got turned on and we basically chilled there and watched Conan until our eyelids closed. At one point MRat brought us some teriyaki chicken he prepared up in Luis' room, which was sweet.

I was wedged between FBI and Lauren, poor Rig got the floor again. Or at least that's where he was in the morning. I forget who was in the bed. It was a hazy night's end.

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