Wild Weekend
This weekend certainly was quite an active one!
A very old friend of mine came into Montreal on Friday night. Johnny and I were frat brothers and great friends in Edmonton. Right now he lives in Vancouver and works for a large tobacco firm (yes, he’s a smoke peddler!) that is based in Montreal. He has training here all this week with the possibility that he will be transferred here. So he came in early to spend the weekend hanging out.
On Friday night, Johnny and I went down to the Montreal Jazz Fest to catch a bit of the excitement. He was completely fascinated with the plethora of people there (not to mention the fact that people could drink on the street). After a couple of hours, we along with Bud went out for a great dinner of sushi and saki.
At 11 we went out. My next-door-neighbour got us some free tickets to see a show at the Just For Laughs Theatre starting at 11:30. The show was called “La Clique” and it was an adult burlesque circus. Sounds odd but it was utterly fantastic. From the woman who was able to perform magic tricks completely naked, to the guy who could lift another guy above his head using only one arm, to an incredibly sexy muscular German man lying shirtless in a bathtub and then performing acrobatics soaking wet using ropes, the show was astounding. Very sexy and completely hilarious. Was a great time.
The next day, I was hung over in the morning, but Johnny, as a true Vancouverite, went for a jog! Our neighbour, Sam (this smoking hot lesbian), Bud and I decided while Johnny was jogging, that since the clock had struck noon, that it was time for afternoon cocktails. The temperature was 30 C, so we stayed in our backyard drinking for the next 6 hours.
Well, then my age showed and it was time for a nap. After a little 30 minute snooze, it was off to walk around the Latin Quarter and the Plateau to show Johnny a little more of the interesting neighbourhoods of Montreal. Dinner again – although this time a terrible one – and it was back home.
But this was no time to rest. Being a straight guy, Johnny wanted to catch some of the famous Montreal strippers. So it was off to Super Sex downtown. Now, it has been many years since I have seen a naked woman in person and a long long time since I have been to a straight strip club. Jesus, the guys get very rowdy. Screaming all the time. And just generally going nuts. I thought a few were going to have a cardiac arrest when a couple of strippers did a little lesbian action number. But I knew that I was definitely gay when I spent more time looking at the stripper’s shoes than their naked flesh.
One of the uniquely Montreal aspects of this place though was the odd number of women who were at this show with their boyfriends. Wasn’t expecting that.
But the best show had to have been with a guy that was there for his bachelor party. He was brought on stage, his shirt and pants were taken off. And then the strippers used his belt around his neck to lead him around stage like a dog. This wasn’t the degrading part however. Next they forced him down on his stomach and proceeded to tear off his underwear exposing the hairiest ass I have ever seen. And then they whipped his ass raw with belts and finally ended with them ripping off his underwear completely and taking a Polaroid of him butt naked on the stage!
The next day was the World Cup so it was off to an Italian bar to watch them go crazy. And they did. And so last night I was asleep at 9:30 wondering how I ever was able to do even more every weekend and keep going.
Johnny is in town for another week, and I truly wonder how I am going to make it through it all.
A very old friend of mine came into Montreal on Friday night. Johnny and I were frat brothers and great friends in Edmonton. Right now he lives in Vancouver and works for a large tobacco firm (yes, he’s a smoke peddler!) that is based in Montreal. He has training here all this week with the possibility that he will be transferred here. So he came in early to spend the weekend hanging out.
On Friday night, Johnny and I went down to the Montreal Jazz Fest to catch a bit of the excitement. He was completely fascinated with the plethora of people there (not to mention the fact that people could drink on the street). After a couple of hours, we along with Bud went out for a great dinner of sushi and saki.
At 11 we went out. My next-door-neighbour got us some free tickets to see a show at the Just For Laughs Theatre starting at 11:30. The show was called “La Clique” and it was an adult burlesque circus. Sounds odd but it was utterly fantastic. From the woman who was able to perform magic tricks completely naked, to the guy who could lift another guy above his head using only one arm, to an incredibly sexy muscular German man lying shirtless in a bathtub and then performing acrobatics soaking wet using ropes, the show was astounding. Very sexy and completely hilarious. Was a great time.
The next day, I was hung over in the morning, but Johnny, as a true Vancouverite, went for a jog! Our neighbour, Sam (this smoking hot lesbian), Bud and I decided while Johnny was jogging, that since the clock had struck noon, that it was time for afternoon cocktails. The temperature was 30 C, so we stayed in our backyard drinking for the next 6 hours.
Well, then my age showed and it was time for a nap. After a little 30 minute snooze, it was off to walk around the Latin Quarter and the Plateau to show Johnny a little more of the interesting neighbourhoods of Montreal. Dinner again – although this time a terrible one – and it was back home.
But this was no time to rest. Being a straight guy, Johnny wanted to catch some of the famous Montreal strippers. So it was off to Super Sex downtown. Now, it has been many years since I have seen a naked woman in person and a long long time since I have been to a straight strip club. Jesus, the guys get very rowdy. Screaming all the time. And just generally going nuts. I thought a few were going to have a cardiac arrest when a couple of strippers did a little lesbian action number. But I knew that I was definitely gay when I spent more time looking at the stripper’s shoes than their naked flesh.
One of the uniquely Montreal aspects of this place though was the odd number of women who were at this show with their boyfriends. Wasn’t expecting that.
But the best show had to have been with a guy that was there for his bachelor party. He was brought on stage, his shirt and pants were taken off. And then the strippers used his belt around his neck to lead him around stage like a dog. This wasn’t the degrading part however. Next they forced him down on his stomach and proceeded to tear off his underwear exposing the hairiest ass I have ever seen. And then they whipped his ass raw with belts and finally ended with them ripping off his underwear completely and taking a Polaroid of him butt naked on the stage!
The next day was the World Cup so it was off to an Italian bar to watch them go crazy. And they did. And so last night I was asleep at 9:30 wondering how I ever was able to do even more every weekend and keep going.
Johnny is in town for another week, and I truly wonder how I am going to make it through it all.
posted by Rye at 8:57 a.m.
1 Comments:
I've seen that shirtless-bath-rope guy perform in Australia. Very hot indeed.
PS. LOVE the blog!
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