How things change.
Anyway, we dragged ourselves out to Champs on St-Laurent (somehow), and managed to get settled in for kick off, with coffee and juice in hand, which also seemed strange as football+coffee isn't usually how it works, so Guinness and football quickly followed.
WHAT A GAME!!!! Andy, this would of been an awesome one down the old fish market or walkabout, I can just imagine what the atmosphere would of been like, it seemed to follow a little bit of a familiar pattern. When will teams learn that going 2 goals up against Liverpool, just get them angry and our victory all the more sweet, Jeff's Cry's of *der der der dun der ner... Puppy Power* on the wind up before Stevie's goals seemed fitting, as I'm sure most of you know by now, we won. Text's were going back and forth with Saima and I, very reminiscent of that night in Turkey, keeping each other updated on the reactions in each city... Didn't realise she was supposed to be working though, who was looking after your patients?
'Fruit... Thats a great idea, they should do that in Liverpool or Southport'.
'Yeah it's cool, not too sure that the builders would be best pleased though'.
Off we went to the Underground City, where Mum kept wandering off, and I felt like I was rounding up a couple of kids, but in fairness it is quite easy to get lost down there. Then it was off to Baton Rouge for dinner, where they couldn't get their head around the size of the portions you get, welcome to North America.
Sunday was spent wandering around the Old Port, full of tourists, but suppose that even though I live here thats what we are. But Sunday night, I pulled my Ace Card out, and took them to the Improv Comedy Night on Ste-Cathrine, the same place I went with Saima in January, needless to say, again I had a great time but it's a shame that not many people know about it, as I think that it could be really successful if it was only a little more well known.