It's never easy to say goodbye to friends that move away. I've experienced this a few times in my life and it never gets easier. This past weekend, a friend of mine hosted his going away party as he prepared to take off across the country and start a new job in Montreal. True to his style, the venue was small and intimate with booze & DJ Flores spinning tunes.
The place was packed with 100+ peeps, all wanting to say goodbye to their beloved friend. High school friends, work friends and new friends all bonded over this one person we knew. Then, all of a sudden, I turned around and saw a random trio, in their late 40s/early 50s, enter the place. Clearly out of place and slightly confused, they assumed this was a regular bar/club because next thing you know, they've got drinks in hand and they are dancing up a storm. Since no one knew who they were, we entertained ourselves by coming up with stories as to how they stumbled upon our little soiree. The final conclusion was that it was either a menage a trois about to happen or the 2 gentlemen were battling it out to see who went home with the lucky lady.
As people slowly started to leave, the usual suspects remained, preparing to continue the night. I, though tempted to partake, decided that in order to keep my feet friends with the rest of my body - I should probably go home. (I'm really gonna have to get past this learning obstacle that seems to always make the wrong shoe choice when going out with the crew) As I chatted with Santos the next day to say goodbye once more, he informed me that I had apparently missed out on numerous Drunk Santos stories, which naturally, he only managed to piece together thanks to the pictures on his camera. Montreal are you sure you're ready for this???
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