My Visit To The Condorito

Condo 3

Say What!

Poor Rocky's

 

 

It looks so deserted.

 

But, I'm assuming, not for long.

 

Bye-Bye La Grosse

A Montreal Institution

Gets a brand new look. 

 

The popular upstairs terrace...

 

 

...is still open for assorted outdoor activity.

 

Went for a stroll today...

...and took some photographs.

 

I might actually live in gang territory:

 

 

But, I'm spiritually protected.

 

 

This place looks both delicious and arty:

 

Stopped at the CD store.

This is their wall of cassettes.

 

I assume masks are mandatory here:

 

Met Carrie on the way home from her prom:

 

Also met a nice Mexican and his dead donkey:

 

And...Michael Jackson???

A New Feature Entitled...

What's Hazel Writing

 

 

The Chunk Calling the Kettle Fat

The Dollar Cinema Experience Continues

Purplina and I went to see Toy Story 4.

 

We were informed that it would be playing in the small theatre (aka The VIP Room)

But, we all know what it really was...

a stock room!

 

 

 

Note the high-tech projection system,

balanced with high-quality cardboard.

 

 

To the best of our knowledge, the wiring and duct tape did not break any fire laws.

 

 

 

Nonetheless, a good time was had by all

(including Carol and Roger)

 

The Ruminations of Max Von Sydow

 

Olga's Video Palace

With your new host,

Shirley Parsons

 

 

 

No, just kidding!

 

Your new host for this one-shot-posting is none other than Weezy MacDougal.

 

 

 

The Rooster Crows at Midnight

...or, in this case, 7:00 PM.

 

In theory,

last night was supposed to be about


 

 

but, is a night out with LC ever really about what it was supposed to be?

 

Somehow...

 

 

...got involved.

 

Followed by...

 

 

 

Whose fault?

 

Well, the owner of the theatre...

 

 

a right-wing conspiracy-theorist nut case

(according to LC, and justifiably so!)

who happens to have a strange penchant for Ring Pops

 

 

 

and who thinks Fortune Cookies are part of the movie-going experience.

 

 

Oh!...Did I forget to mention

the blood on the wall?

 

 

and

 

"He's whacking. He's whacking.

Look at him. He's whacking."

 

 

And don't even get me started on...

 

 

due to the 2 Daves

(which, by the way, were on special)

 

 

In any case, afterwards, as we made our way out of the deserted mall...

 

 

...via Bedrock.

 

 

...I couldn't help but ask myself

"what the hell happened tonight?"

 

It was like I had gotten swept up into some weird political thriller...

 

 

...Kabuki style, of course.

 

Fortunately, I made it home in one piece.

 

The End