montreal, you're the only city in this protestant land that knows how to please a girl

My apologies to Irving Layton, but I figure he owes all women one favour each.

Tonight I'm staying at the Fairmont Queen Elizabeth. It's so nice to be away from my stuff ( except for my laptop, bien sur). I am spending gift certificates I got for my fourth wedding anniversary 2 years ago... I am alone here, though I'll meet friends for dinner later. I am not sad. I am making lemonade.

Montreal is so not Ontario. It's a second skin that moves with you, and doesn't strangle you. It makes you want to write poetry and/or take all your clothes off. It's your partner in crime.