Montreal Smoked Meat/Dave.

Yep - I'm smoked. Headed to a bachelor party in Montreal early tomorrow morning with one of the craziest groups of guys I've crossed paths with since the definitive glory days of the Brampton Posse. Nate, Lance, Tombeno and I are all staying in an Executive Suite at the Godin, which is about as posh as it gets in Quebec. It's also a little bit like putting a silk hat on a pig. I'll be sure to get some photos of the room prior to there being an enormous streak of pink human honk across one of the walls.

If this is any indication, this weekend will border on the debaucherous. The emails that have been circulating between the LA crew and the Concord crew have been a network-administrator-with-a-grudge's dream come true. We haven't even left yet and I've already spent a small fortune. But I think that through a combination of pacing, penicillin and the buddy system - the four of us should get home in one piece. Or at least with all of the pieces in the same car.

Any photos that don't include either the groom or myself tarred and feathered whilst being spanked with a trout by a midget that looks uncannily like Anna Nicole Smith will be posted in the gallery sometime next week. Until then, you'll just have to open a window, stay completely silent and listen keenly for my muffled screams.