I hate when I get drunk and start speaking with an accent thats not mine

So after a highly intoxicating first night in Montreal we woke up some what early for what we did the night before. All the asians in our room left :( so were all alone at the moment. Funny side note the city shut off the water at our place, and I found that out a little too late, good thing the asians left. We gear up and venture over to St. Denis Rue where we spent a little bit last night. We walk around checking out all the shops, which all seem to have this hippie/eastern vibe going on. We eat at this indian restaurant for lunch, it was ok but Dale's is better. After realizing my sanuk's are completely soaked, like my socks are wet, we head back to the hostel. After re-grouping we head over to St. Rue. What do you know there are sex shops every where, this should be fun. After getting our fill of dildos, flesh lights, sabian machines, celebrity genitals, and more porn than a 13 boy watches in a day we move on. One amazing thing about Montreal is there are so many places to eat, each street has about 10 really amazing places to eat of varying styles and flavors. On our way back we stumbled into a head shop and met Sebastian. Sebastian is one cool dude and he kind of looks like jesus. He gives us the low down on the cannabis scene in Quebec and answers all our burning questions about burning. Pretty much in Montreal unless you blow smoke in a officers face they could care less what you smoke, we can attest to this seeing we've walked down the street and seen people just blazing as they go about their business. Sebastian tells us that the cold stresses out people out so they are lax about smoking. Turns out that Sebastian will be in Jamaica the same time we will be for spring break so hopefully we can get up with him. Upon our friendly exchange with Sebastian we get some beer and kick it at the hostel for a while. Following some beers we go out to get some mexican food (of course!). We had seen this place on St. Denis called "3 Amigos" that was always crowded so we figure we'd give it a shot. Canadians do mexican food pretty well, the food was good and fairly affordable. We land back at our hostel and start drinking with all the people we met last night, of what I can remember. We have a group of about 15 of us kicking it in the lobby, before we all decide lets start new years a little early and go to this bar and rage. We had to explain to them what "rage" or "to rage" meant, it was pretty funny to hear their reactions and by the end of the night they were using it too. We all head over to a bar called "Yer Mad" and continue to 'rage'. One of our new friends Tim is an Australian (there seems to be a lot of them around) who has not been home in 8 months. He loads us up on all his crazy travels which have literally been all over the world. He does some writing for lonely planet and tells us he should be in Austin, TX but he flipped a coin and it landed on him being here, pretty interesting philosophy if you ask me, i hope to be like him one day. After several, several, several pitchers of beer later most of them thanks to our philly friend Lawrence. I am on my way out when I make my way over to a table where one of our Australian friends is sitting talking to two montreal girls. Well I was going over to say good night but some how that led me to taking tequila shots with these girls. And for some reason they only had lemons to bit so thats what we did, salt+lemons=not the best combination. These girls live about 40 minutes and tell me they get drunk and then wait around till one of them sobers up to drive home. They also tell me that most the french spoken in montreal is a fucked up combination of french and english and most the time they don't understand it. Several rough tequila shots later they offer to walk me back to i don't get attacked by the out of control crack head population in montreal, such nice girls. We bid adieu and i crash hard. Tomorrow is the big show! Get ready montreal loose tingles is coming at you!