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Nov. 7th, 2005 11:43 amWell that was a fun trip, even if the International Fetish Star side of things didn’t really work out. Couplingchaos and I got to the hotel Thursday afternoon, decompressed from the road, went out food foraging and shopping. I love the shopping in Montreal, in particular the Le Chateau clothing stores everywhere. Their guys fashions are the understated Euro-gay style I totally adore, a base of lots of blacks and grays and steely earthtones, clean lines and slim clingy fittedness, but with the perfect amount of more rockstar prints and pieces scattered around for flashy interest. In general all their stuff is so much better than the hideous retro-80s-ironic-mashups that have been afflicting the boys and girls of Boston for the past half decade. Ugly with a capital Ugh. Plenty of Le Chateaus down in Philly and NYC I remember from my highschool days, but far as I know they never came any norther. Which is weird cuz they’re a Canadian company, I’m pretty sure.
Then we’re back in the hotel relaxipating, thinking bout what to do for the rest of the evening and we get a phone call, half our party got turned back at the border. Oog. Well. Um. Ok. What do we do now? Guess we just got a vacation, then. It is extra big sucky to not be able to do the performance we’ve been killing ourselves the past three months for, tho. Sigh. No help for it, tho. Let’s go get a drink.
So Friday we do a whole buncha shopping, I inflict all sorts of damage to my bank account at Cruella, I get this really fantastico Plastic Wrap hoodie, a clubby shirt, and a gifty slick accoutremont for someone back home. This other store across the street Couplingchaos tries on all this nifty futuresleek stuff I can totally imagine on fashionistas like Heresiarch, but the sizing is weird and nothing fits just right enough to justify the not-insignificant capital outlay.
What else we do? A couple other touristy things like the Biodome, and in a fruitless search for this fetish store Il Bolero we drive by the Shell refinery out on the eastern tip of Montreal and the place is mesmerizing, huge gas flare going, hydrocarbon cracking towers bristing with pipes and antennae, gantries and platforms all over, it’s an industrial playgournd paradise. Yeah we don’t find the store but I think it’s worth it to see the refinery-land. God that place is gorgeous.
Foods…oh yeah we go out to Fondumentale for dinner with George and Arlene, they have a crazy meat fondue selection, unfortunately the Musk Ox can’t be had but I get Baby Deer and Wild Boar, there’s duck and salmon and shrimp and scallops too. Through two bottles of wine I forget the particulars of most of the conversations but I do remember we go on for twenty minutes about various incarnations of The Shocker - finger placement, digit angles, required dexterities and the various pros and cons of each. I still think you’re in danger of tendon-tweaking carpal damage if you do it wrong. Maybe if they made Shocker versions of those neato gel-pillowed wrist rests, like you have for your computer. Be safe, kids.
We meet Nemesis2207 for drinks and snacks and we’re at this place getting our poutine fix and we notice they have horse steak on the menu! Oh my god that’s so great, Nemesis gets it and lets us try bites, it’s utterly delicious, subtlety yet noticeably different from beef. Rich, tender and chewy. We find some frozen horsie filets and chevaline steaks in a grocery store and bring it cross the border without trouble, can’t wait to cook it. Horsies, delicious horsies!
Well, I’m back.
Then we’re back in the hotel relaxipating, thinking bout what to do for the rest of the evening and we get a phone call, half our party got turned back at the border. Oog. Well. Um. Ok. What do we do now? Guess we just got a vacation, then. It is extra big sucky to not be able to do the performance we’ve been killing ourselves the past three months for, tho. Sigh. No help for it, tho. Let’s go get a drink.
So Friday we do a whole buncha shopping, I inflict all sorts of damage to my bank account at Cruella, I get this really fantastico Plastic Wrap hoodie, a clubby shirt, and a gifty slick accoutremont for someone back home. This other store across the street Couplingchaos tries on all this nifty futuresleek stuff I can totally imagine on fashionistas like Heresiarch, but the sizing is weird and nothing fits just right enough to justify the not-insignificant capital outlay.
What else we do? A couple other touristy things like the Biodome, and in a fruitless search for this fetish store Il Bolero we drive by the Shell refinery out on the eastern tip of Montreal and the place is mesmerizing, huge gas flare going, hydrocarbon cracking towers bristing with pipes and antennae, gantries and platforms all over, it’s an industrial playgournd paradise. Yeah we don’t find the store but I think it’s worth it to see the refinery-land. God that place is gorgeous.
Foods…oh yeah we go out to Fondumentale for dinner with George and Arlene, they have a crazy meat fondue selection, unfortunately the Musk Ox can’t be had but I get Baby Deer and Wild Boar, there’s duck and salmon and shrimp and scallops too. Through two bottles of wine I forget the particulars of most of the conversations but I do remember we go on for twenty minutes about various incarnations of The Shocker - finger placement, digit angles, required dexterities and the various pros and cons of each. I still think you’re in danger of tendon-tweaking carpal damage if you do it wrong. Maybe if they made Shocker versions of those neato gel-pillowed wrist rests, like you have for your computer. Be safe, kids.
We meet Nemesis2207 for drinks and snacks and we’re at this place getting our poutine fix and we notice they have horse steak on the menu! Oh my god that’s so great, Nemesis gets it and lets us try bites, it’s utterly delicious, subtlety yet noticeably different from beef. Rich, tender and chewy. We find some frozen horsie filets and chevaline steaks in a grocery store and bring it cross the border without trouble, can’t wait to cook it. Horsies, delicious horsies!
Well, I’m back.
