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Oh sorry, that's been stuck in my head for an entire week.
It's your first visit to Montreal ever and you're excited to party your pants off. In search for some clubbing action, you find yourself amongst hundreds of people crowding St. Laurient. Like a stripper swimming in a tip jar of singles, you can't wait to get your dance.
Naive American: "Is there a cover?"
Bouncer: "No, wait on line."
(wait)
Bouncer: "Your name? You on the guest list?"
Naive American: "Umm...."
This continues to occur for every single club on the St. Laurient strip. Freezing cold and losing your buzz, any glimmer of hope for fun is slowly drifting away. Finally, you give up on the club idea and step into the opposite of what you were looking for, an Irish pub.
However, it turns out all well. No line and the bouncer immediately lets you in. It's crowded and lively inside. There's an amazing live band playing classic rock. You immediately run to the bar. "BEER AND SHOT!" Take your shot, run to the front of the crowd with beer in hand, and sing at the top of your lungs some Janis Joplin, "Have another little piece of my heart now, baby!"
Let the Guinness and Jameson take care of the rest of the night. Rinse. Repeat.
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