This past week I took my first real vacation (read: non-Scouting) in over two years. Kira and I visited Montreal — well trod stomping grounds for me, as I've been there now six times over the past five years or so. We had ourselves a wonderful five-day trip with meals to Joe Beef, Au Pied de Cochon, and Garde Manger, amongst others. The trips two musical highlights were wholly unpredicted: a whiskey-fueled Wilson Phillips singalong at Garde Manger, and the curious decision by (literally) every bar or restaurant we visited to play ATliens.
You really haven't lived until you've seen me using a pork rib as a microphone and belting out 1990's biggest hit.