this is st. dennis street, or at least a fracture of it (sorry lar, lousy phototaking skill, can only take what my eyes can see)
st dennis street during christmas
it was christmas eve when the bunch of us walked down this street, and then walked back up again. we were all looking for just one thing: a nice hang out place. since all of us rode all the way from fredericton to montreal, we really want to celebrate christmas differently.
and by different, i meant getting wasted. there weren’t many pubs opened during the night before christmas. and we girls are not heading down st. catherine’s street for the infamous tiger show and striptease. so, st. dennis it is.
and we finally found ONE bar that is opened:
the pub.. taken whilst sober
and as fate had it, i was konked out that night. more than tipsy, more than high. my world was spinning and i couldn’t walk straight. and my point is? i miss the fun days i had when i was still studying my butt off.
Filed under: all play and no work, beautiful places, i am (not) canadian, if you're happy and you know it clap your hands, schmaltz
