Well, I had another wonderful F1 trip. This one was crazy for work as well as for partying! Montreal really gets into the F1: streets are decorated and closed off for parties and the town fills with Maria gasolinas and flashy, kitschy cars.
Night 1:
I can't name names, but just try to envision the scene:
After a wonderful dinner at great steak place
La Queue de Cheval which Pedrinho would have enjoyed, (Oi Pedrinho meu amor!) the 6 of us head back to Pilot #1's hotel suite. Pilot #1 is indeed a Formula One driver. We are in his suite, hanging out. While the rest of us are drinking a wonderful wine and shooting the shit, one guy-friend is actually wearing the sandals and dress of another girl-friend, and Pilot #1 is leisurely in his pijamas, playing online poker, while joining in our conversation once in a while. It was surreal.
Night 3:
Guy-friend invites us to have desert at restaurant with him and friends. We've already eaten, we're dead tired. We get there, Pilot # 2 (yes another different F1 driver!) is having dinner with us. So is his uncle. After about an hour of nice conversation, the place goes wild! It's a F1 after-party. All I know is that while waitresses in sequins came parading out with silver bowls filled with vodka, pilot #2's "married" Uncle is groping me, pilot # 2 is pouring soda over the head of girl-friend, ice is being spat out of guy-friend's mouth all over us and craziness is all around. At about 3 am, I called it quits. Just couldn't deal anymore with the scene. Pilot # 1 didn't go to this one. Probably at his suite playing online poker!
Was able to fit in a 3-4 - hour tour of the city but the actual work was madness. Lots of running about. I was exhausted.
I did get to pretend I was in a movie though. Picked up one of the guests from his private jet. Got to drive all around the private jets, right up to the stairs of his and then opened the door, with the wind blowing my hair and skirt, while he came down. Then let him in. Got a compliment for being so resourceful. Not easy to find out where the jet was going to land, but we were lucky.
Anyway, some photos:
Serena, Me and Maria getting ready to go out.
The airshow before the race. I didn't actually get to see the race this time. Too many pepinos to fix.
Charlie's Angels get a break and see the town.
Above is the Catedrale Notre Dame. As our guide reminded us about 5 times, it's where Celine Dion got married. I can't even guess the influences. This place is colourful!
We also went to see the Oratoire St. Joseph, which is this prayer center way up high in a town outside Montreal. There's Maria climbing the hundred or so steps and on the right, the doors to the church. Very modern, reminded me of BrasÃlia.
More photos later as soon as I get them from the girls. Mine sucked.
