Monday on My Mind

How much is there to do on the Main on a Monday night? Not a whole hell of a lot!

Met Turbo for drinks at Reservoir at 6- which got stale pretty quick. Don't get me wrong, we had lots of catching up to do after his Amsterdam/ Geneva trip- and he has the following day off of work----so we decide to make an adventure of it.

After leaving the relative safety of the Reservoir we decide to look for some snow- we look in for Tony at some fo his haunts- no go, it's not even 8 PM yet. So, we are puzzled when we notice we are standing in front of the Miami- which Brian has never been too. Not that it is a great bar by any means, but it is totally a Montréal landmark and the completely sketchiest, sleaziest dive on the Main.

In we go- the pool table is empty and stained, a few cigarette burns on the felt- the bar looks like it was handmade out of wood lot remnants by Cro-Magnon man. The waitress is suitably attired, yet has that late afternoon heroin-chic look down pat. Her casual disinterest in us is almost seductive. Two Boreal Blonde. One game of pool. A brief stint on the patio (which now sports a 6 foot tall fence, too dissuade "jumpers")

Next- stop in at a friends- where I am plied with a quick joint- we almost get sucked into watching "Fear and Loathing In Las Vegas", but we resist, and continue our mission.

The Go-Go lounge is as pretentious as the Miami is unassuming. It is made up of low sung plastic seats that were designed more for looks than for comfort- poor lighting, expensive faux martini's and surly, inept waitresses who make a living being professionally size 3.Mind you- the drinks are good. And we run into someone- Allan from Stereo. Allan was with Anne the first time I met her on the mountain. He's a nice enough guy- he's forgotten my name- he's with two thin little teen-age girls. He's trying to pick one of them up- he keeps giving me the look to stop talking about partying (he is trying to explain she doesn't do drugs)

They split- Turbo and I get smashed sitting in the window seats. They've installed two metal/wire cords across the window opening, supposedly to keep drunks like us from dashing on our tab.

We proceed to take note of some great one liners- Turbo threatens to use them on the message boards:
"How come no one is walking close enough to spank?"- blkshrt
"I lost my moral compass at Beach Club"- blkshrt

I can't remember them all right now...we knew this would happen but the waitress thing would not give us a pen, or anything sharp for that matter.Stay tuned- part 2 coming up.