George and me are best buds; we’ve known each other since grade school and have done everything together. It’s strange how we like the same things, places, and people.
One thing we both love to do is travel to exotic, fun places; so, we all piled into my van and drove up here from Cape Cod. This was a last-minute trip, so we were lucky to find some cheap Airbnb rooms on the St-Catherine street pedestrian mall. That area is so full of color.
Last year we all came for the Pride Parade. That was a weird and colorful blast; especially seeing the Canadian Prime Minister walking in the parade with the Irish Prime Minister. That was so crazy… I wish we could get President Trump to walk in a Pride Parade.
This year we had to come to Montreal to see the Carifiesta Parade. We heard it was a great time and so we just had to come. We weren’t disappointed. The people were so friendly, the Caribbean Vibe is just so vibrant; and the music takes over your body, so you just have to move.
The dancers following the music trucks are great to watch too. Often, they seem to be lost in the music; and once in a while you can see some sexy whining and grinding. These dancers seem to be living in a world of their own.
Their costumes are fabulous as well. The feathers, sequins, and skimpy outfits are just so eye-catching, and we just had to get our pictures taken with one of these dancers.
The only problem though was, we were holding these identical, tacky, Victoria Secret bags in the picture. Yeah, we went shopping there before and bought a whole lot of colorful, sexy bras and panties. Our wives being identical twins, had to buy the exact same things; and lots of them. I don’t know why they didn’t want to be part of the picture though; they just kept following the music truck and left us holding the bags.