Day Off in Montreal

Watched a drug transaction go down this afternoon from my hotel window. One dude walking up the sidewalk, one dude walking down the sidewalk. The movie-cliched subtle handoff of a tiny plastic baggie in one direction, folded up currency in the other. Just for shits and giggles, I rapped on my window (from the third floor) to get their attention. Big Brother is always watching, ya know?

We went over to tomorrow's festival site mid-afternoon to load in and set up offices. Around 8:00 or so, my friend Wendy came to pick me up to go to dinner - Wendy's the Production Assistant on the Josh Groban tour. Went to a cool little place called Maestro SVP in a neighborhood a few blocks from the hotel that was called The Plateau. This neighbor is ground-zero for nightlife in Montreal. The entire area was crawling with people and got more and more crowded as the evening wore on.

We had a killer table, right out front, perfect for watching the parade of humanity streaming by. It was a long, leisurely dinner that stretched until well after midnight. I was enjoyed the people-watching as much as the food and the company. Had a killer dish called Louisiana Seafood. It consisted of mussels, clams, black tiger shrimp, scallops, salmon and calamari all served in a cream white wine and cajun spice reduction. Yummy…

Oh, yeah, here are a few more photos of everyone's buddy, Robert Kearns, playing with Lynyrd Skynyrd last Friday night in Raleigh. Boy looks like he's been in the band forever.
Photo credit on all: Jimmy Bennett