All posts tagged: Montreal

Heading North for Spring Break? Think Again!

It seemed like a good idea at the time: we were underage and too broke to fly anywhere for Spring Break. (If you missed yesterday’s post, go back and read it now before you proceed.) So we drove north— to Montreal (congratulations, Ash! You guessed correctly)— and discovered immediately upon our arrival why Mexico (and not Canada) is the Spring Break destination of choice. It didn’t help that we had to wade through five inches of snow—in stilettos— to go out. The entire trip seemed cursed: we arrived late Saturday night and, thanks to one of my not-so-brilliant-suggestions, decided to save our energy for a “proper” night out the following evening.  Unfortunately Sundays aren’t particularly rockin’ in Montreal (or anywhere for that matter, as far as I’m aware). After a late night visit to Tim Horton’s (which is essentially the Canadian equivalent of Krispy Kreams), we decided to walk back to our hostel to save money.   There were four of us, after all—what was the worst that could happen? Well, a drunkard singing “Hey Jude” …

My Worst Valentine’s Day Ever, Part 1

Pour yourself a cup of coffee and, if it’s after noon in your country, add a shot of your favorite adult beverage because it’s time for a pity party. As promised, I’ve compiled my worst Valentine’s Day stories ever for your viewing pleasure this weekend.  Today I present the first of my top three. Valentine’s Day 2003: I was seventeen and reaching the six month mark with my first boyfriend.  As such, I was excited as only a seventeen-year-old can be and my excitement was further exacerbated by the fact that ours was a long distance relationship.  Not only was it Valentine’s Day but we hadn’t seen each other since Christmas.  The stakes were high, and the potential for disappoint even higher. Even though we’d met that previous summer and spent a majority of our free time exchanging sappy emails, we’d only logged a matter of days in each other’s presence.  And because we had yet to declare ourselves an official couple, I knew better than to expect anything particularly grandiose on Valentine’s Day. Of …