One leg at a time

I don't want all y'all to think that my time in Montreal was awful. While it was, but not the whole entire experience. The first 16 hours were nice. I was quite excited to go outside...initially.

I tried to put my pants on by myself, I was so excited...initially.

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=1523810174530726985&hl=en

Then I got outside. There was a blast of cool air that was refreshing....initially. It was cold. Like, really totally cold. A cold wind was coming down. I'm thinking my vomit-ific experience was caused by a huzat in that mean, evil, cold wind.