So, I had no clue where we were going up until the night before we left. All Jim told me was to take off Friday, pack a bag and bring my passport. We woke up at the ass-crack of dawn on May 30th. A nine hour bus ride later and we were in Montreal, Quebec, Canada. Bought some duty free liquor, went bar hopping off of St. Catherine's, gambled at the Casino Montreal and even did a little partying in the hotel room. I could not have asked for any more in a bachelor party to get me prepared for my big wedding day a month later.
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