Last day in Montreal
In a teeny tiny tiny French cafe in Mile End.
Louis Armstrong is playing. Drinking a black Americano.
The whole place smells like honey and melted butter. Lots of families walking big fluffy dogs and a little girl in pigtails and a black striped dress came in with her Mom and bought a baguette.
Also, two women on vintage bicycles are making out outside the window where I'm sitting.
Love this city.
Started from the lettuce, now you here
Me: Oh maaaan! I'm so proud of you! Your first job in your field! No more working at Subway!
*we high five*
Her(beaming): Started from the bottom now I'm here!
Me: Started from the lettuce now you here!
Her: Haha! I'm going to get my first pay cheque all in loonies and then we can make it rain!
Me: Hahaha yes!! ...might be painful....prob still worth it
*we high five*
Her(beaming): Started from the bottom now I'm here!
Me: Started from the lettuce now you here!
Her: Haha! I'm going to get my first pay cheque all in loonies and then we can make it rain!
Me: Hahaha yes!! ...might be painful....prob still worth it
it's harder to make it rain ones in Canada