At every street corner
On the corner of Maisonneuve and Guy Anne Marie and I were plotting on how to sneak me into the Concordia library so I could study with her all night.
ON the corner of Crescent and Maisoneuve, Many and I were having Boustan at 3AM after club Extremes closed for the night.
On the corner of Cote Ste-Catherine and Cote Des-Neiges, Ange and I were having Pho on our Monday night.
On the corner of St-Catherine’s and St-Denis Liz, Rico and I stood outside Jet club in the rain in the middle of summer trying to get it.
On the corner of Milton and University, Laurence and I kissed in my car in hiding….before we told people we were going out
On the corner of Sherbrook and McGill, Joyce met up with me and took me on my first tour of McGill.
On the corner of Bernard and St-Urbain, I through up after a drunken night for me 25th b-day.
On the corner of Parc and St-Viateur, I have bagels with Steve, Liz, Rico.....after drinks at Whiskey (I love 24hr St-Viateur bagels).
On the corner of Fairmount and Durocher, Helen and I contemplated buying a 3.4milion $ triplex (still in the works).
Soups and noodles on St-Cath’s is where I would go for cheap Asian food when Anne Marie and I needed a break from studying and crying in our respective libraries. It’s also where I got my purse stolen for the only time in Montreal.
I love my city, with its pot holes, it’s terrible snow removal, it’s sometimes dirty sidewalks….. I love Montreal when it’s festival time and it’s hot and humid, I love Montreal when it’s -30 and the entire city is as alive as if it were +30. I love Schwartz, and Beauty’s, and l’Assommoir, and Bernard street, and beaver tails, and Nelson….. I love that all these places represent a memory, a moment spent with an old friend, a new friend, a first date……maybe a last date….. A birthday or just a regular night out. Montreal isn’t just a great city, it’s my great city and it’s in so many ways a series of stories that make up the bigger story of my life.
ON the corner of Crescent and Maisoneuve, Many and I were having Boustan at 3AM after club Extremes closed for the night.
On the corner of Cote Ste-Catherine and Cote Des-Neiges, Ange and I were having Pho on our Monday night.
On the corner of St-Catherine’s and St-Denis Liz, Rico and I stood outside Jet club in the rain in the middle of summer trying to get it.
On the corner of Milton and University, Laurence and I kissed in my car in hiding….before we told people we were going out
On the corner of Sherbrook and McGill, Joyce met up with me and took me on my first tour of McGill.
On the corner of Bernard and St-Urbain, I through up after a drunken night for me 25th b-day.
On the corner of Parc and St-Viateur, I have bagels with Steve, Liz, Rico.....after drinks at Whiskey (I love 24hr St-Viateur bagels).
On the corner of Fairmount and Durocher, Helen and I contemplated buying a 3.4milion $ triplex (still in the works).
Soups and noodles on St-Cath’s is where I would go for cheap Asian food when Anne Marie and I needed a break from studying and crying in our respective libraries. It’s also where I got my purse stolen for the only time in Montreal.
I love my city, with its pot holes, it’s terrible snow removal, it’s sometimes dirty sidewalks….. I love Montreal when it’s festival time and it’s hot and humid, I love Montreal when it’s -30 and the entire city is as alive as if it were +30. I love Schwartz, and Beauty’s, and l’Assommoir, and Bernard street, and beaver tails, and Nelson….. I love that all these places represent a memory, a moment spent with an old friend, a new friend, a first date……maybe a last date….. A birthday or just a regular night out. Montreal isn’t just a great city, it’s my great city and it’s in so many ways a series of stories that make up the bigger story of my life.
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