Grey Cup weekend day 2, chapter the second: in which we touch the Cup. and some cheerleaders.

Saturday night we decided to head on down to the Pyramid Cabaret to check out the Montreal Alouettes cheerleader extravaganza. We had no idea that the Grey Cup would be in the hizzouse, but there it was! A mob scene ensued, which you can't really tell from the isolated snap, above, but I feel this photo has the sort of dignified serenity befitting a nearly-century-old tradition. Or something.

You know, the Hamilton Tiger-Cats cheerleaders have, hands down, the hottest moves. One might legitimately wonder if anyone has thought to tell them that football is, you know, "family" entertainment. I think that particular finer point is lost on Dan, though.


Having charmed the Ti-Cat ladies, our own Haligonian Casanova moved on to the Alouettes, buying a copy of their pin-up calendar and proceeding to secure the autographs for several months, including, crucially, Miss November, who wished Dan a happy birthday and signed with an "XXX". It was right about then that I knew I was the evening's designated driver.