jesuis dechets!

Ian, Darcy and I have earned reputations for ourselves since leaving Regina just over a week ago. Since leaving I have Spent a night in a farmers field with horsies in Pörtage Le prairie, had red wine poured into my mouth as I lay drunk on a tarp beside a fire in Thunder Bay, Taken off my shirt and performed the chest dance in front of Darcies relatives at a wedding in Tommogammi, Witnessed the worldès greatest light and sound show on Parliament Hill in Ottawa, and Fought the tail end of Katrina the mother Hurricane in Montreal.

St. Jerome, QC- 10:04 PM- I have been overwhelmed by feelings of inadaquacy since crossing over into the Quebec border two days ago. Inabilities to perform the simplest tasks due to my non existant knowledge of the french language. Everyone here is chique, attractive and french; I am dirty, white trash, and English. This being said, I mooned the Quebec boarder sign, saw penguins, and am planning on revealing my sweet dancing skills to the towns folk of St. Jerome this very evening... 7 dollar pitchers of beer will increase these skills to legendary levels.

St. Jerome, QC- The Next Morning- dancing transcends language. Last night was brilliant. French Punk Rock, Cheap Pitchers, and a Gaudy french dance club. While I failed miserably in my attempts to flirt with Alexa's best friend, wonderful times were had by all. Today, off to Quebec City the birth place of B.O. and the cradle of French Canada.

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