Viva Montreal!
One time in Tulsa, my dudes Idris and Nate were hosting a hip-hop show that culminated in a freestyle cypher. I was a happy observer until Idris called me up to the stage to participate. That would have been cool but I don’t rap. To compensate for my lack of rap skills, I decided to rap entirely in French. I killed it. The audience went bonkers and I felt like a smaller, French Eminem. The only problem is I don’t speak French. All I did was rhyme random noises with “fromage” for about 30 seconds. Knowing this story, my girlfriend Hiu forbade me to attempt any French speaking while in Montreal. This rule was tough. Tough…but fair. Besides the generic Canadian stereotypes, I didn’t know much about Montreal before this trip. I knew they spoke French. I knew the Montreal Canadiens were an original 6 NHL team. I knew the Expos had the coolest uniforms. That’s pretty much it. I was surprised by how close it is. It was a 2-2.5 hour flight from Chicago. The Montreal Airport