DAY 2 – VERMONT
DAY 2 – VERMONT
For the most part of the day, I hung around Montreal with Jean-Michel. We had breakfast at a pizzeria down the street from his apartment that happened to serve breakfast as well.
At around 3:00PM I headed to the bus station to head for Vermont. It was delayed by 45 minutes, so I sat around playing scrabble on my phone. Once the bus came, everyone loaded on and we set out for the US of A.
The man sitting next to me had little to no concept of personal space as his arms and legs were practically pushing me off my seat. When he would reach into his pocket for his wallet (for a reason I’m not quite sure seeing as how we were on a bus with nothing to buy) his elbow would make a nice jab into my ribs. Oh the luxuries of the Greyhound.
We approached the border where we were instructed to enter the customs office and have everyone show the border security our passports. When a middle aged man was asked what he was doing in Canada, he responded “I was visiting my mother in law.” Which prompted the officer to make a crack about his mother in law by saying “you must like you mother in law a whole hell of a lot me than I.”
I made it through customs without any trouble so I waited outside by the bus while the rest of the passengers checked through. Once everyone was cleared by border security, we all piled back on the bus to find out we were some how missing four people. They had apparently been chosen for a more thorough inspection…
About a half hour later the last four came out in surprisingly high spirits, so on to Vermont we went.
Upon arriving in Vermont late I took a cab straight to Radio Bean, which is where the show was. It’s a kind of restaurant/bar and not the best place for live music. Needless to say, not too many people were there to actually listen to music.
After my set, I went down the street to Vermont Sandwich and had some food. The man who worked there was talking to what I assume is a regular at the restaurant. The regular was telling the other man the best way to catch flies which apparently is some beer on a plate. The man who ran the restaurant replied with “If you saw a huge pool of beer, don’t tell me you wouldn’t jump in.” they both laughed and I left.
I headed to a cheap motel called The Ho-Hum Motel. It was cheap to say the least. But I fell asleep which is all I wanted.
Goodnight,
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