Merry Keith-Mas!!!

Happy happy, merry merry.
It already feels like so long ago. The holidays just flew by. At the time it seemed like things were moving at a nice, leisurely pace but in hindsight it feels like a dream almost. Strange how memories can't retain the linear time thing. But I digress.
I had a great time in Montreal for Christmas, or Keith-Mas as I now refer to it. I call it that in reference to Keith Richards of course.
In a sentence you could say: 'it was a very Keith Richards Christmas' or it was a great 'Keith-Mas'. See? A little explanation perhaps.
Instead of staying with Mom, who now lives in a nice little condo where I would be sleeping on the couch I opted instead to spend my time at The Ritz. Picture getting a little clearer? Needless to say I took full advantage and lived it up like Keith mother fuckin Richards!!! Well, not quite but not too far off either. No dialysis required.
I still managed to slip in some relatively sober quality time with the fam.
My love for Montreal tends to wax and wane depending on my mood and sometimes on the political climate there but the weather was sooo nice and there were people everywhere, happily speaking French AND English with none of the typical evil eye shit that I was used to when I lived there. It killed me to come back to Toronto after my 4 days there. I walked around the city and parks, partied with old friends, hung out with my mom. It felt like home again. Someday I will make the move back there,open a greasy hot dog & fries joint and grow the biggest, baddest, poutine stained pepper-stach yous ever seen. Yeehaw!