Thursday morning, my friend Andrew emailed me simply stating "Igloo tonight", and knowing it was probably a once in a lifetime experience, I figured what better night to go. The forecast was light snow with a low of about -15. Perfect conditions to be out in the snow having my face blasted by loud music. Right?
After pre-drinking at Andrew's apartment on cheap wine, and friends Samer and Nic in tow, we made the 15min walk towards the canal of the Old Port, stopping along the way to climb up the giant snow mounds. Apparently a night of Canadian firsts, as I was descending down one of the giant snow mounds, Andrew pelted me with first Canadian snow ball to the face. Truthfully it felt more like an ice ball then a snow ball.
(Ice ball to the face)
Then in a mad fit of rage, I completely forgot Montreal is covered in ice, as I attempted to chase down the snow ball assailant, which ended in me doing this.
(Ice fall count = 2)
Once inside, alcoholic hot chocolate in hand, I was amazed to see how giant the stage set up was, surrounded by screens and lights, the vibe was insane. No one cared that it was -15 because frankly you didn't feel it in the mosh pit. It was a surreal experience of being snowed on, having music blasted in your face and crazy dancing.
(Montreal cares not about the cold)
