You know that feeling when you look at your best friend and realize that the two of you are freaking hilarious and need your own show? Yeah, you know exactly what I'm talking about. You are freaking legends.\nDo you and your group of friends get into the craziest adventures and have the best stories? Then I have great news for you! I've compiled a list of obvious signs that you totally need your own Montreal reality show. If you haven't tagged your bestie yet, do it ASAP because this post will speak to your soul.\nYou and your girlfriends have the exact same taste in men\nYou know it's a recipe for disaster when you're all having dinner at Grinder and notice the same guy from across the bar.\nvia GIPHY\nGoing out for "one drink" never actually works\nGoing to that secret Montreal bar for one drink? Yeah, right! More like five drinks, ten shots and a bottle of wine, because wine is classy.\nYour nights always end with $2 chow mein and an after party\nGoing home at midnight is never an option. You NEED your chow mein fix from St. Laurent street followed by an epic after party.\nYou hear ridiculous rumours about yourself\nLike you making out with a bouncer in front of Flyjin? In no way, shape or form is that statement true, but hey! There is no such thing as bad publicity.\nvia GIPHY\nYou are the life of the party\nThe party doesn't start until you arrive. You're that one person who can turn the most boring South Shore BBQ into an adventure.\nYour text conversations with people are hilarious\nThat time you had one drink too many and texted every single person in your phone? Rings a bell? Even your West Island car dealer got a taste of crazy you that night.\nYou go out A LOT\nEvery weekend is EPIC. Staying home and watching Netflix is never an option, because no good story ever starts with "I was watching Netflix..."\nYou dress to impress\nDo you plan your outfits in advance? Were you pissed when you didn't make it to Montreal's best dressed people list? You need your own show.\nvia GIPHY\nYou made a fool of yourself in public at least once in your life\nThat time when you really "let the rhythm take you over" at Apt. 200 only to realize that you're not that good of a dancer the next morning. You wake up with a bunch of bruises and video proof of how much you suck at dancing.\nYou experience an overwhelming feeling of guilt after your nights out\n"What happened last night?" is a question that your friends are used to hearing from you, followed by, "OMG, I'm so sorry."