This is Zion Levy - he's the Israeli cab driver that drove Grant and I up to Fatty's to get the rental car. When he heard we were going to Montreal, he started laughing and told us that "the Montreal women are many naughty and are enjoying to make the fuck very much." He then launched into what might be the greatest story of all time about how when he was a young lad visiting the Jersey shore, a bus load of women from Montreal showed up and he fucked most of them (including a mother and her 17 year old virgin-daughter.) Seriously, I haven't laughed so hard in a long time. If you ever get in Zion's cab, make sure to tell him you're heading to Canada. ˆ zion levy ˆ best ˆ portfolio ˆ taxi ˆ

Here's the New York Five, coldlamping in front of our pimpin' rented Blazer. From Left: Grant, Dave "Fatty" Fateman, Colin "Big Daddy" Gentle and Frank "Seven Layer" Picarazzi. ˆ colin ˆ fatty ˆ frank ˆ grant ˆ me ˆ big blue the jacket ˆ map ˆ roadtrip ˆ

In Montreal, we met up with the three other guys (who drove in from Boston). Seth (the guy next to me), Chef (not pictured because he's being blocked by Fatty's head) and the uber-scary (and therefore edited out of most of the pictures) Ethan (gee, can you figure out which guy is the sociopath in the pic...c'mon, look carefully.). ˆ colin ˆ ethan ˆ fatty ˆ frank ˆ grant ˆ me ˆ seth miller ˆ

Six cheap Canadian beers later, Grant somehow figured out he could really do a DLR-style (David Lee Roth) jumpkick!!! Check out this shit I managed to capture mid-air. ˆ grant ˆ best ˆ dlr kick ˆ

On Saturday, while browsing for discounted Canadian porn, we found out about Grant's former life as a model for the "Mr. Jack: Hungy, Hard Sucking, Mouth! (complete with multi-variable vibration unit). Check that shit out, the resemblance is uncanny. ˆ grant ˆ best ˆ doppleganger ˆ gay ˆ

After a hard day of shopping and further sullying the repuations of Americans in general, we went back to our fancy hotel and got all dressed up for... ˆ colin ˆ fatty ˆ frank ˆ hotel ˆ

....a night out on the town! Seth being a pimped-ass high roller, he called in to have a limo chaffeur our asses around all night. Nothing says class like a white-stretch with neon underrunners, baby. ˆ colin ˆ fatty ˆ frank ˆ grant ˆ me ˆ seth miller ˆ big blue the jacket ˆ coldlamp ˆ limo ˆ montreal ˆ

Oh, and mirrored ceilings. You gotta have mirrored ceilings. ˆ colin ˆ fatty ˆ frank ˆ grant ˆ limo ˆ mirror ˆ

Saturday night we went the Quatro steakhouse where we all prompty fell in love with... ˆ colin ˆ ethan ˆ fatty ˆ frank ˆ grant ˆ me ˆ seth miller ˆ

...the lovely Stephanie. Who in addition to being to the most charmingest waitress in all of Montreal is planning on finishing up school and moving to New York City so she can become....my wife. ˆ stephanie ˆ

Seven Layer put on a fancy shirt and wasn't about to get clam sauce all over it...check him shamelessly sporting the fucking Guinea Bib. Molto bello, fuckhead! (PS - Bonus Points to Grant for an amazing "get a load of this fuggin' guy" face). ˆ frank ˆ grant ˆ best ˆ food ˆ get a load of this guy ˆ montreal ˆ

Seth, Seven Layer (sans bib), Grant and me. ˆ frank ˆ grant ˆ me ˆ seth miller ˆ food ˆ montreal ˆ thumbs up ˆ

Back in tha lizzimo. ˆ colin ˆ frank ˆ seth miller ˆ limo ˆ montreal ˆ

Here's a picture taken to document Grant's promise to me that he would under go "saline augmentation of the scrotum" for his next "I Did It For Science" column. Booyah! ˆ grant ˆ me ˆ hug ˆ limo ˆ yell ˆ

One more DLR-kick for good measure. Ahhhhhm Talking about tha Yankee Rose! ˆ grant ˆ seth miller ˆ dlr kick ˆ montreal ˆ

The band formerly known as Jetsetera poses for a snow-ridden stroll down Mammary Lane. ˆ fatty ˆ frank ˆ grant ˆ

Le Negs in the house! ˆ grant ˆ seth miller ˆ coldlamp ˆ gang signs ˆ

Big Daddy eats a Dig Daddy. ˆ colin ˆ cookie ˆ driving ˆ food ˆ

Here the New York Five homeward bound on Sunday evening. ˆ colin ˆ fatty ˆ frank ˆ grant ˆ me ˆ driving ˆ montreal ˆ roadtrip ˆ