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1967 ACAPULCO

J'ai penser vous communiquer quelques histoires de ma douce amie Nikki --

On se rencontre en 1966 a L'Expo 67 -- Nikki amoureuse de Donald Pilon - a la fin de stage de l'Expo 67, automne -- via un ami mexicain, on loue un maison a Acapulco - immense avec jardiner et bonne pour la somme de $25.00 par jour!! On est bien financierement --- 'Expo nous paie jours de maladie - conge etc. Donc les trois quitte Montreal pour Acapulco pre Noel 67.
Un soir - Don est a faire dodo, Nikki et moi entament un bouteille de rhum --- oh what fun. On decide donc d'aller dans un club de nuit - somewhere. On s'habille et jupes tres courtes and off we go en taxi. Petit club de nuit sans touristes --- on commence a danser avec certains clients Quelques filles assises nous approchent avec plaintes que ce sont leurs clients --- que les hommes leur donnent des dineros pour danser --- we are taking their lively hood! On leur assure que on est la pour s'amuser --- si on recois des dineros --- they will receive all our funds.!!
Et on passe une soiree incroyable --- vers les petites heures du matin - on decide de rentrer a la maison et un client de la place nous offre un lift a la maison --- Nicole me dit qu'elle surement devra informer Don de nos activites vu que Acapulco -- is a very small village.
Le lendemain -- les trois on se rend a notre plage preferee et le gars qui s'occupe de la location des hutes sur la plage dit a Don : Hey Don --- I hear your ladies went out and had a good time last night!". Heureusement que Nicole avait raconter le tout a Don.

1967 Montreal

During Expo 67. I had rented a lovely apartment on St-Marc street. in Montreal Very late one night, I received a buzz from downstairs - it was my querida friend Nikki who wanted to come up. She and Don who lived on Nuns Island, had had a family quarrel and she needed a place to sleep - she had tried to check in to the Chateau Chaplain Hotel --- wanted to register and the desk clerk did not understand her last name which she prompty said -- it is chicken without the C - plus she did not have luggage so they would not accept her as a guest. The following morning I got up - no Nikki but also my winter boots were gone.
Later that day - or it could have been the next - received a call from Nikki who informed me that she had indeed taken my boots - started walking down St- Catherine Street and encountered two lively students who were on their way to Sir George Williams Pub; she decided to join them for a drink. When she removed her coat in the pub, she realized that she neglected in her haste to leave her apartment, to put on a top -- only had an undergarment. Don't think that was problem for Nikki -- back on went the coat and continued to party with the students.
I did retrieve my boots eventually.













With love,













Carmen