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Smoke, sweat and bagels - vive le Montreal!

I will never forget a hot summer night in the old city with Avivalasvegas. I went to visit the grand diva herself and when I landed at the airport, there was a wall of sticky humid air to greet me. Luckily there respite in the Phyllis-Dome - a cool daytime sanctuary that allowed us to store much needed moisture for our nighttime endeavours. This night however, found us the home of Sex Drive Live's Dr. A.

It was best to have on minimal clothing on a night like that and we happily complied. We started out small - a few beers on a patio, followed by a cavalcade of bars where the energy was carried on the wavelength of the oppressive heat. When it came time to boogie, ALV and I picked an appropriate den of inequity. It was 5 floors of debauchery and literally a pantheon to the groove. We were on and ready to shake our money makers.

The crowd was luxurious and generous with their attention. We danced and danced and danced. There were lovely humans all abound and we had no trouble finding beautiful empty-headed muses to spin us into oblivion. Yup, it was a night for kissing boys and giving them fake phone numbers. AVL even caught the eye of a rather burly gal, much to her chagrin. Adoration is adoration but this girl was going to be heartbroken, our lady lasveagas was hip to the groove but not to the moves.

We walked out in to the still bloody hot night and made our way back to our neighbourhood. It was there that Avivalasvegas took me to the choice of the discerning palate. At 3 in the morning, drunk, laughing and singing - we entered the steamy shop and bought us a bag of bagels. Now they were not just any bagels. They were the food of gods. Slightly sweet, chewy, delicious sustenance. I think I ate about 4 in less then 10 minutes. We made it back to the apartment and discovered there was no escape for the heat. It felt like it was oozing into every pore in our bodies. Breathing was laboured but we were troopers for the booze and smoke. Nothing could cancel this parade.

It was then that AVL and I started to dance again. We finally came upon a song that to this day remains ours alone. We played it incessantly - smoking, drinking and laughing our way in to the July morning. It really couldn't have happened in another city. Montreal begs you to party and check your inhibitions at the door. It is haute couture days and late night funking. It's the sexiest French boys and big wigged ladies with cigarette holders. It was a night I will never forget. The recipe was love, friendship, laughter, Montreal, and of course smoke, sweat and bagels.*

*Warning: Trying to duplicate this evening could result in severe and debilitating dehydration accompanied by night sweats, delirium and breath that could stop a bull at 3 paces. The actual ingestion of several bagels coupled with copious amounts of alcohol could exacerbate propensity to bloating and flatulence.

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