drag (queen) races, surprise visitor at Hurley's, and getting engaged

Yes, you read that correctly - drag (queen) races. Naturally, it's part of the Fringe Festival. Some of the queens were almost too believable. Pictures will come soon, but my camera battery died. We were a little worried it wasn't going to be on because it was outside and it was raining. These queens are professionals, though, so they went on anyway. We discovered apricot St Ambroise and our afternoon wouldn't have been the same without it.

Update: here are the much-anticipated pictures.

These two are the judges. They were referred to as "the ugly step-sisters." Personally, I thought they had fierce shoes.

This is the announcer of the whole show. I referred to her as "Sir Gaga." She made fun of the queens who only spoke English, and made following the show difficult for those of us who are unfortunately well-versed in Spanish, not French.

This was the battle between Grandma and the Owl. I personally liked the Owl because she had blue hair and a sassy attitude. Grandma had a 5-o'clock shadow.

After a quick 3-hour nap to sleep off the apricots, I decided to go to (where else?) Hurley's to hear Solstice for the third time this week. I had been trying to meet up with my friend Mike while he was in Montreal for the weekend and it didn't seem like it was going to work out but he surprised me by showing up at Hurley's during the last set!

When I got back to RVC (keep in mind - it's about 3AM), a group of drunk men were on a mission. This mission was to get their (very) drunk friend to do everything on a bucket list they'd made for him earlier that night. I asked how many he'd done so far that night - none. What did they need me to do? Accept his marriage proposal. On bended knee. Complete with ring.

Naturally, I accepted. I later found out his name was Kyle. He let me keep the ring. It actually fit, so that was a little creepy. Hopefully I helped them get the ball rolling with their bucket list, and now I can ward off the creepers at bars with a flash of my left hand. Thanks, Kyle!