Yuck. I wish I'd had a bazooka to insure my safe passage through the hordes of testosterone-overloaded male specimens crowding downtown Montreal today. Let's just say that the tourists attracted by the Grand Prix are not quite the same as those attracted by the International Jazz Festival. Think Mardi Gras crowds carrying beer-filled coolers, but comprised mostly of 30+ year-old men of the car-worshipping persuasion, and a few carshow bimbos. Actually, the European tourists were not as bad as the local "Longueuils" (the Québécois translation of mullet-people) and attracted by the event.
Even I, dressed in my pinstripe floods, 3-inch belt, distressed jean jacket, and ankle boots, with my pommade-greasy messy short hair, managed to get hit on a record number of times making my way home from class. And trust me, I am not their type. The yellow subway line to Longueuil was particularly horrendous.
The same way I used to flee LSU campus during football games, I will stay away from downtown this weekend.
gen [email] said at 1:15 AM 06-08-2002: Thank you!
...The stench of BBQ, the unbearably loud marching band, the helicopters buzzing overhead, the sportscasters that you could hear perfectly well all the way back in your Pentagon room, the drunken fratboys, the crowd effect (i.e. mass stupidity) ...it was all too much for me.
Rickonaissance said at 10:03 AM 06-08-2002: You have forgotten the litter, the streets choked with automobiles, the LAWNS choked with automobiles, the Confederate Battle Flags, the people in the Student Union asking you where the restrooms are while standing in front of the door to the restrooms and of course, that "hospitality" recording that was put on repeat and blared on the speakers in the Union.
My favorite were the people who would drive in golf carts from the stadium to the Student Union instead of using those apparently useless legs that were still attached to their bodies.
gen [email] said at 10:35 AM 06-08-2002: But it's true about the cars parked on the lawn - I saw loads of cars parked on that little strech of lawn that divides the highway, all the way to Longueuil subway station.
Rick Hornby said at 10:40 AM 06-08-2002: Actually, I meant on the lawns of the campus, around the dormitories, ON THE TREE ROOTS OF THE "BELOVED" OLD WHITE OAKS.
gen [email] said at 10:34 AM 06-08-2002: Wow. I don't think I ever ventured as far as the Student Union on game day. I either holed myself up in my Pentagon room, or I took the bus to some mall or something.
Rickocco said at 2:25 PM 06-08-2002: I did though work at the Student Union back in 1996 though I shall not disclose the nature of the work I was doing.
I think I remember seeing you a lot at the Union because for some reason I thought you looked a lot like a girl I went to high school with and carpooled with on occasion.
milky [email] said at 5:36 PM 06-08-2002: You had to get provisions and hole up early, no matter where you lived. It truly sucked, and working for KLSU made it worse.
Ricky Sixx said at 12:41 PM 06-09-2002: Did you get stuck because of traffic? One of the best feelings I used to have was zipping on my bicycle past everyone stuck in their automobiles.
Hard Rick Cafe said at 6:35 PM 06-09-2002: Killoggs Kwote: "Cheesy Music! Yeah!" -Josh commenting on Operation Ivy before playing it on the January, 1999 road trip to Athens, Ga.
For the record, I thought Operation Ivy was rather entertaining.
