Death Light Productions Presents:
The Drive: Snow like crazy, but fun all around. I developed a strategy to maintain control of the car and still pass everyone else on the road. I would've taken pictures of some of the cars on the side of the road but there was never enough warning before seeing one nose-dived on the side of the road. No, I never actually saw any of the accidents happen, but they all lost their bumpers.
The Border: Notice the "Arret" on the stop signs? That's signature Montreal; not even France does that. I hate the border; they always have to ask roundabout questions before they ask you, "Are you bringing any Alcohol or Tabacco across the border?"
The Grandfasha: These are the people that I arrive to see. More so the grandfather, who welcomed me with broken-Italian-accented-English. I was scared. Changing cultures is a bit dramatic.
The Clock: I was also greeted by this creepy clock. Needless to say, it's always eight o'clock in Canada. ...No, not really, it's just, well, they don't like to use it so they don't, which makes it creepier.
Sleep Well: The place I slept. You can tell it was after a night of my crazy sleep. Crazy is a usual occurence with my sleep. It was very comfortable and very warm.
The Mafia: Also known as: The Family. Tonia's very Italian family. Seen behind Tonia (the left side of the table) is "The Godfather." He told me that they'd have to follow me in a line with shotguns--I mean, hey, it's tradition!
The Drink: So I took some wine. It was mainly out of spite for Tonia's statement: "The wine couldn't be safer," after she handed it to me. Relax, I had three little glasses within two hours, I was a little warm but certainly not drunk, and it was legal. A good side note: I'm not like mom. One glass of wine and she's wasted and hung over all at once.
The Drunk: No, it's not really the drunk. It's more like, "The Adventure." I had to climb out from under the table in order to use the restrooms since, as you can see from "The Mafia," the table set-up was a bit...closed in.
The Adventure: This is more or less the proof that I was indeed not drunk, but simply climbing under the table. Unless of course you would assume that this is me vomiting based on the postulate that I was actually drunk in the previous picture. Shhh, don't beLIEve those lies!
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