I apologize to Nina and Amber for not telling the complete events of this past weekend in Montreal. I will fix that problem now. After our walk up St. Laurent Street, past all the vendors and after eating a whole pineapple, we stumbled upon one of the events of the Fringe Festival. There was a competition in this outdoor park for drag queens. It was called the "Drag Race" and was very...well...gay. The announcer was speaking in English and French and was really quite funny. The guy/girl contestants had to show their skill by pulling some random guy (usually straight) from the crowd, put makeup on him, then mix a drink, carry the drink on a tray walking through some tires on the ground, and then get a thumbs up from the drink test. The drink tester looked a lot like Dana Carvey's female character on that new Lays commercial and I really feel sorry for him, those were some disgusting drinks. Anyway, then they'd get several whacks at this piniata, and next lip-sync to a song, like one by Madonna. I must say that the guy that won the competition put on an excellent performance. I also thought that there were some pretty good looking girls in the crowd watching but I didn't say anything just in case I was mistaken about their gender. This is when I realized that I DEFINITELY wasn't in Nanton anymore.

And yes, later that night there was a guy standing out of the sunroof of his buddy's SUV, wearing a veil and a white undershirt with one of the shoulders ripped off. The SUV and the car beside them were going very slow, side-by-side, and holding up a lot of traffic behind them. I think the people were honking for them to get out of the way. Amber really enjoyed the short show though.

Since I'm writing I may as well tell you about last night too. We did finally go sailing on a rented Hobie 16. Samad, Eric, Galvin and I went out at 6:00 when there was still some wind, although it would only get up to 10 knots or so. That's not quite enough to make the trapeze work properly, but after a little instruction and a couple of close calls, we had one person hanging out either side of the boat. The water is still pretty cold but easily tolerable. Chris and Ken came out to join me on the boat later. Teaching these guys was pretty interesting as it had been a long time since Chris had been out on a boat and Ken had never been on one, sail or power. We did finally get both of them hanging off the side until a big wave came up and knocked Ken to the back of the boat. He was dragging in the water behind the rudders and the whole boat was starting to pull over backwards. I had to drop everything and run up to the front to balance things out. Chris pulled himself in quickly and loosened up some of the lines for me. We eventually got Ken back in the boat and made it back to shore. Ah, crazy day. Speaking of which, some...asshole driver almost hit me yesterday. On our way home from work yesterday we passed through some construction that was bottling up the oncoming traffic. At the lights they had made a space to that cars crossing our street could pass through. Well some guy tried to pass through when he still had a red light. I was coming the other way and had to slam on my brakes, really hard. My tires locked up, rubber screeched, Chris yelled "Oh shit! Ahh Mike!", and I just calmly steered the car out of harms way with only one hand on the wheel. That was because the other hand still had a death grip on my door. Sure got the heart pumping. Chris said his skipped a couple beats. The guys in the back were pretty quiet but Eric said he fingered the guy for me. My roommates are very supportive.