Yesterday was my first Sunday in Montréal. I've been hearing a lot from everyone about what Sundays here entail, and I decided to meet up with Will (de Philadelphia) and check it out. I took a billion pictures, but I'm only posting about half. I don't feel like uploading all of them...

Hokay, so. Every Sunday, hundreds upon hundreds of people of all kinds (families, hipsters, elderly folk, bros, super goth-y kids, stereotypical hippies, the list goes on) congregate at Mont-Royal. The primary event is called Tam Tam (though it's only a small portion of the mountain's festivities), and it's like a community drum circle where everyone brings something that makes some sort of 'organic' noise, and they smoke weed and jam and dance their faces off from early morning to late evening. I had no idea Montréal had such a thriving hippie culture. Holy crap. (More pictures from this at the end of this entry...)

Further up the mountain, you will find more people sitting in groups, hula hooping, slacklining, and LARPing furiously. (LARP: Live Action Role Play) I'd only seen this on Role Models, so it was really hilarious to me. Didn't think this was actually a thing. SO FUNNY.

This is about as metal as it gets.

The face of defeat:

We walked around Mont-Royal for a couple hours before deciding to walk downtown to check out this art festival in the Village.

This pink thing was rapidly speaking to us in French, promoting next week's comedy festival. She caught us so off guard, all we could think to do was dance at her.

The street art here is amazing and incredibly abundant.

ALLO?

Don't look in the queen.

He had business cards.

We helped promote this tattoo parlor for a little while.


Nothing goes better with Ed Hardy than a tribal tattoo.

It was trying to iron that woman.

The evocative "tangled-up-in-neon-green-twine-and-furiously-demolishing-glass-in-heels" dance was one of the most prominent pieces in the art festival. Wait, what? Here's a video, with Will's commentary. (She never did free herself. Some troubled-looking teenager with his head shaved (except for really long bangs) ended up releasing her. Anti-climactic much?
There was no escaping the celebratory honking/yelling/vuvuzela-ing by the local Spaniards.

Around 6:30pm, Mont Royal was still full of people.

And some guy was spinning grime!

I've been seeing this stupid hairstyle EVERYWHERE. What are they thinking?!

Will joined in the drum circle playing the cheese grater, while the creepy Texan drummer posed for all my pictures.

There was this guy...

Oh and then there was this woman. As Duncan said, "She needs some deodorant. And a bra. And probably a cat."

Not included in these photographs: the AIDS prevention lady giving us pamphlets and flavored condoms (and bidding us adieu by saying, "Enjoy your meal!" LOL); the huge topless gay rager on top of this hotel (Paul, Nate, TJ, Max, everyone, you'd fit in really well here :D) ; a multitude of incredibly bizarre dancers at the drum circle; more vuvuzelas.

Yeah yesterday was interesting, but in the best way possible.

Last night I went to Blizzarts with Li and his friend Tash (she's a contemporary dance major at Concordia I believe), but left early due to the crappy music/extreme fatigue.