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Derek Mendez (ODB), Not-so-Special Contributor
Issue date: 10/14/03 Section: Sports
A few more hours of club-hopping capped off the night for some, including Luke Herbert (NE), who as Jay Klug remembers, "got tackled by a rather large woman at around 3 AM before making a mad dash to safety", while others headed to Montreal's famed casino to test their luck at games of chance other than spoof.
With a big rugby match scheduled for the following day, a good number of the team made sure to prep their bodies with a large helping of shwarma prior to hitting the sack. Your correspondent distinctly remembers watching Sergio attempt to place his order:
Lady behind the counter: "Would you like anything else?"
Sergio: "Baklava"
LBTC: "What kind of baklava?"
Sergio: "Baklava!"
LBTC: "Sir, we have four types of baklava. What type would you like?"
Sergio: "BAKLAVA!!!"
...at which point your correspondent stepped in to choose baklava for Sergio whilst elbowing him in the stomach.
"Surely spoof French is the ideal language for international diplomacy" - Arthur Roberts, 50 Years of Spoof
At the insistence of my host, your correspondent took a morning walking tour of Montreal after only a few hours of rest. For those faithful Harbus readers who have not yet had an opportunity to explore this lovely city, I implore you to visit and take in the beautiful architecture and thriving café scene, as well as the fine cuisine available at its restaurants. While many tourists focus only on Montreal's fantastic nightlife, which is quite a marvel as well as a bargain relative to that found in most North American cities, I found these clubs unfortunately to be closed during the morning, and as such continued my walking tour.
One thing that particularly struck your correspondent about Montreal was the friendliness of the people. From our hosts at McGill, who were kind enough to find spare beds for the entire team (including one rugby fan who took in five of our gentlemen at once), to the bartenders and ladies in the clubs, there was not a frown or scowl to be seen. Indeed, even when confronted with an awkward situation (admittedly your correspondent found himself in increasingly extraordinary positions throughout the weekend), humble attempts at recalling high school French class brought laughter and assistance, rather than the scorn your correspondent has experienced in other French-speaking cities in countries largely populated by French people. Où est le papier, indeed.
With a big rugby match scheduled for the following day, a good number of the team made sure to prep their bodies with a large helping of shwarma prior to hitting the sack. Your correspondent distinctly remembers watching Sergio attempt to place his order:
Lady behind the counter: "Would you like anything else?"
Sergio: "Baklava"
LBTC: "What kind of baklava?"
Sergio: "Baklava!"
LBTC: "Sir, we have four types of baklava. What type would you like?"
Sergio: "BAKLAVA!!!"
...at which point your correspondent stepped in to choose baklava for Sergio whilst elbowing him in the stomach.
"Surely spoof French is the ideal language for international diplomacy" - Arthur Roberts, 50 Years of Spoof
At the insistence of my host, your correspondent took a morning walking tour of Montreal after only a few hours of rest. For those faithful Harbus readers who have not yet had an opportunity to explore this lovely city, I implore you to visit and take in the beautiful architecture and thriving café scene, as well as the fine cuisine available at its restaurants. While many tourists focus only on Montreal's fantastic nightlife, which is quite a marvel as well as a bargain relative to that found in most North American cities, I found these clubs unfortunately to be closed during the morning, and as such continued my walking tour.
One thing that particularly struck your correspondent about Montreal was the friendliness of the people. From our hosts at McGill, who were kind enough to find spare beds for the entire team (including one rugby fan who took in five of our gentlemen at once), to the bartenders and ladies in the clubs, there was not a frown or scowl to be seen. Indeed, even when confronted with an awkward situation (admittedly your correspondent found himself in increasingly extraordinary positions throughout the weekend), humble attempts at recalling high school French class brought laughter and assistance, rather than the scorn your correspondent has experienced in other French-speaking cities in countries largely populated by French people. Où est le papier, indeed.
