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So, there finally was proper partying at our place, which was quite the housewarming! Thanks to our guests for an awesome evening!


Crane Lifting a Jackhammer
Originally uploaded by Pierre Phaneuf.
Some people were a bit incredulous of the, uh, interesting method that the demolition crew has been using on the other buildings of our complex, but you can see a picture of them in action right here. No one seems to have been hurt up to now, but when swinging a jackhammer from a crane, it can't be too long...

I discovered that a new add-on to our garbage can that [livejournal.com profile] azrhey picked up shares a trait with Superman: it gains its powers from the Sun! Add that to the list of our home appliances that are candidates to take over the world.

After hosting a gaming night (we don't stop for nuthin'!), now it's one of those times where we stuff ourselves with chocolate and other things, as [livejournal.com profile] azrhey's parents, my mom and my sister come to visit. Hopefully, our toaster oven won't kill them or something...
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Oh my goodness, what an awesome birthday party! Thanks to everyone who came, and also to all those who sent in their birthday wishes from far away (my phone kept buzzing all day!)!

We went to Old Dublin for a bit of the traditional burger and Guinness, where the staff seems to have recognized us after more than a year without patronage, not bad! They gave me a shot of Jamieson with a little birthday candle attached with an elastic strap, that was rather cute. Many people were making all sorts of "threats", and all that I asked for was that I wouldn't have to leave in an ambulance. Finding myself in a ditch the next morning might be okay (although I preferred avoiding that), but I put a ban on ambulances.

I was offered rather shockingly tiny swim trunks which were decorated in a pattern that I can't quite place or name. Probably for the best.

Mr Zion, at some point during the evening, asked what did I do to be surrounded by such beautiful women. While I couldn't answer his question, he's quite correct in his assertion, I find. An even greater mystery is how all of them who are going to read this are going to think I'm talking about the others, but not themselves.

A little bit before 23h, we decided to leave, as the music was picking up in volume, and [livejournal.com profile] jul3z offered we continued at her new place. At this point, I was reminded that convenience stores were just about to stop selling alcohol, so [livejournal.com profile] blacksquiggles and I ran off as quickly as we could to the closest store I knew of (at Ste-Catherine and Bleury!), and we bought as much beer as we could carry. [livejournal.com profile] xipetotec picked us up, and since all the seats were occupied, I went in the back of his mini-van, lying on the floor with my head between the two seats, where it was stroked gently all the way there (to keep me entertained, I presume, as I could only see the ceiling!).

There was a spanking, which is kind of traditional among these circles. Intriguing circles, those I live in! I was also required to model the swim trunks. Have I mentioned they were shockingly tiny? I was also given a bottle of Canadian whiskey flavoured with maple syrup! I'd like to try it soon, but it would seem I forgot it at [livejournal.com profile] jul3z apartment, in my drunken daze.

I regretted that I couldn't spend as much time as I could have wanted with some people, and yet even more were missed, but I've got quite a memorable evening for my thirtieth birthday, and I went off (in a cab!) satisfyingly tired.
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Ah, catching up! On the 5th, I went to a show, Razorlight (with The Tatianas). There was a strange event, where a girl from Toulouse found out I was going to that show through last.fm, and asked me to go with her, but she ended up sick and unable to go anyway. This would have been the closest to an Internet date I would have been, which is pretty weird, particularly as it was completely out of the blue for me.

The show itself was fun, but left me unconvinced of buying their album. There's a bit between Franz Ferdinand and The Hives, and they had some pretty good songs, but others were rather weak. But they were still entertaining (with the singer climbing to the mezzanine via the stacks of speakers at one point, for example), though, and I had a good time. I only caught the last part of The Tatianas, and in a way, they were better, catchier songs, but they were not really my style.

Going there and back was an adventure in itself, actually. I was initially hesitating to go, because it's about 7-8 kilometres away, and I had to bike there in the dark, on the bike path along the Canal du Midi. It went okay on the way there, despite missing a small bridge that would have kept me on pavement rather than hard-pack (which isn't too bad, but remember I'm on a road bike, for all intents and purpose!). When I came out of the show, though, it was raining. Not too hard, but 7-8 kilometres later, I was pretty completely drenched. Biking in the dark on a narrow bike bike right next to water (no handrails there!) when it's raining and slightly slippery, it's good for your heart. ;-)

On the 9th, [livejournal.com profile] azrhey and I went to the Toulouse Carnets, a gathering of Toulouse bloggers, and had much fun. There was pondering of going to a bar downtown after, but we decided on going to the Dubliner, the other Irish pub close by our place. The place turns out to be super-friendly, reminding me a bit of the Mad Hatter back in Montreal. There was a bunch of people, probably students, where the guys were cross-dressing, in that "ha-ha, I'm dressed like a girl" way, and seemed to be enjoying themselves a great deal (I got several offers for sex!). At some point, two girls arrived, seemingly the only ones also cross-dressing, but they didn't go at it the "ha-ha" way. They had quite nice suits, one of them especially tack-sharp (in that cross-dressing 1920's pimp kind of way). I'd say something about how I like butch girls (not that this generally works out, ha!), but [livejournal.com profile] azrhey would quickly correct me and say that I like girls with a pulse. Heh.

On the 14th, I took [livejournal.com profile] azrhey out for BURGER. Except it was crappy Quick burger, which is a kind of Belgian McDonald. I kept seeing them and wondering about them, maybe they were something that could be like a Arby's to me, but no, turns out it's just awful. Seems like it's really hard to get decent, tasty burgers around here, say, like we had at the Old Dublin or something...

Last Wednesday, we went to see Taxi 4, along with [livejournal.com profile] muadda. That was pretty funny, as far as the Taxi movies go. It featured the marina of Monaco, where I expressed the idea of, one day, going in a rowboat. That would be awesome. :-)

And finally, last Sunday we had two co-workers over to introduce them to the spirit of Montréal, through watching Bon Cop, Bad Cop, followed by a dinner laid out by [livejournal.com profile] azrhey. There was salmon with olives on it and stuff, so you can guess that I didn't have much to do with the food!
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Better late than never, as they say... ;-)

[livejournal.com profile] azrhey and I got up at some ungodly hour in order to catch the bus at 7:00. Seems like we took off a bit late, and missed the city bus going downtown, so I called up a cab. This, in Toulouse, is always an adventure in randomness. In a metropolitan area of half a million inhabitants, at 6:43 in the morning, on a Sunday, of New Year's Eve, no less, there's probably four cabs in town, I would estimate. No such thing as hailing a cab here, if you see one (and really, you never do except at the airport and the very few cab areas), it's already busy. The driver was, accordingly to our rather high level of urgency, the slowest and most indecisive you can imagine. But I must not be in the right head-space for this place, because once we arrived, the bus driver wasn't even there and we really only left at something like 7:20.

Upon departing, the driver promptly took a wrong turn, right in Toulouse, but managed to do a quick recovery. This was better than what he managed when he took another wrong turn in Barcelona itself, oh well. Arrived at Plaça de Catalunya a bit after noon, just in time for some quick luncheon on the plaça.

We walked up the Passeig de Gràcia to head to the Sagrada Familia basilic, seeing crazy houses and the Weirdo Museum on the way. One will quickly notice that there is not much carpet in Barcelona: I suspect the architects smoked all of it, sometimes around the beginning of the 20th century, the carpeting never fully recovering after even a century.


Sagrada Familia
Originally uploaded by pphaneuf.
The Sagrada Familia is quite impressive. You're probably not considering how impressive it is, but I assure you, it is quite the building. Amazingly huge. I'm not really a religious person, but I'm fairly sure god talked to me there. What he said was "you should get yourself a wider angle lens". Okay, that might not have been god, but still, wow, it's incredibly big. Now, if only they could freakin' finish it so I could take a decent picture (once I get a wider lens, of course!)...

We then took the metro toward the beach. Buying the tickets was a bit funny, because the automated ticket vending machine used one of the classic Mac "alert" sounds. Okay, haha, but it wasn't just at the end when it tells you to get your tickets, no, it's when you press any button! Toot. Toot. Toot toot. Toot. Toot. And there was a newspaper stand right beside it, the guy working it has nerves of steel, let me tell you! The metro itself is kind of cool, on rails. The first one we took was pretty modern and had fully connected cars, rather neat. The second one was pretty old and was a bit like taking the old TER train, just underground.


Barceloneta
Originally uploaded by pphaneuf.
Then, the Barceloneta, the most famous of Barcelona's beaches. I had this plan of taking my shoes and socks off, roll up my pants and walk a bit in the sea, but I decided against, mainly because I had no towel. The water was surprisingly warm, though, I could totally have done it (the Crotch Threshold, though, might have been quite difficult!).


Barri Gòtic
Originally uploaded by pphaneuf.
We walked along the promenade, toward the Cap de Barcelona and the Ciutat Vella. From there, we walked into the labyrinthine Barri Gòtic, where we found strange things, such as a empty Dunkin Donuts box (proof!) and a restaurant held by a Québecois, called "Quebec" or something similar (being a wordplay on "what to drink?"), unfortunately a bit too expensive.

A beer and some walking later, we reached La Rambla, on a search for dinner. We found the Museu de l'Eròtica instead. After that, walking some more demonstrated that there was indeed a lot of people in town that night, and they were filling the restaurants. But we found the Dunkin Donuts!

We eventually managed to get a table in a not-so-cheap restaurant, having crazy sangria and steak. We bought some sketchy Spanish sparkling wine from an equally sketchy street vendor, then headed up to the Plaça de Catalunya for the stroke of midnight. I popped the cork of our bottle high in the sky, a German girl gave us streamers, we cheered with a group of English, and there was rejoicing. I dropped a quick call to a favourite person, then we headed down La Rambla again, where the celebrations kept going.

After a while, there was some sitting in a café, having some beer, where it was getting clearer to me that I didn't drink quite as much as I once did. Whee! Another lesson was that when embarking on this kind of trip, one should take a roll of toilet paper with him. Also, to withdraw more money before festivities kick off (and ATMs are dried up).

Eventually, we went back to bus stop, where the bus showed up after some more confusion and lateness. I was sleeping soundly through the whole thing, but [livejournal.com profile] azrhey tells me the driver got lost again so badly that he stopped to get his GPS device from the holds. Why he was keeping that in the holds rather than with him is up to your imagination...

While I didn't dare bring my DSLR there, some others did, including this guy, who took some nice photos that give a good idea of the mood. He had been to the NYE party at Times Square the year before, and says "the night was definitely wild compared to NYC and was a nerve-steeling sight to see".

Old Dublin!

Mar. 6th, 2006 04:07 pm
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A quick reminder for people in Montreal!

Tuesday is Old Dublin evening, where I expect to arrive a bit past 6pm to grab dinner. It's in the back of that sketchy parking lot on University, at the corner of Cathcart (between René-Levesque and Ste-Catherine). Here's a satellite map, because I like those.

Be awesome, and be there!
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Friday, hanging out with the [livejournal.com profile] ryss_rhiannon person. Dinner, catching up on what's been happening, movie (Four Rooms, a sleeper of a good movie!) and popcorn. It was quite the awesome time.

Saturday was made of doing as little as possible (except the strict necessary), in bed. Watched more movies, while [livejournal.com profile] azrhey got herself a new mission in life.

Sunday, there was partying at [livejournal.com profile] sfllaw. Whee! That was some good partying! I was well surrounded, hehe!

This night, I had a weird dream. I dreamt that I was helping [livejournal.com profile] gregorama build himself a huge house in the shape of a barn, out of wood, while it was on a trailer rig, on the road. The point being to save time, right? There was a bunch of other friends helping out, which we zoomed the (impossibly large) thing on the highway. I was getting tired, so I went ahead and built the bed (yep, we built everything, down to the furniture!), so I could use it later. I think I woke up when I went to bed.

Kissing isn't something I do a whole lot of, or have done a whole lot of for, well, years. It feels kind of weird when I do, and I sometimes wonder if I'm just not doing it right or something. Not a worry of mine, just an amusing thought.

There's a crane outside my office window, hoisting stuff on the roof of the building next door.
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Whoo, check it out, my first post with a filter ever! Rather boringly, it's just a "Montreal area people" filter. :-)

Just to say that I'll be doing the Old Dublin thing this Tuesday. Much people I want to be see, been a while didn't have a quiet(ish) pint of the black stuff, and the BURGER!

I currently have this plan of going there between 6 and 7pm for dinner, then stay there until one of a) people all leave, b) last metro or c) getting kicked out.

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