Visitorz... in the dead of winter!
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dcoombs landed in Toulouse, and took his chance with us. He proved to be suitably not dead on his arrival, which is a good thing. Still, we didn't do much other than eat some of azrhey's food and chat on the first night.
On Sunday, there was some walking around in Toulouse, taking some pictures and such. We had some coffee and cake at a tea house, after finding that one of our preferred café was closed (as is most of France on a Sunday). We then caught some apéro at Le Cardinal, having manly margarita, good caipirinha and decent mojito. I had been wanting to try a mojito for a little while, but while I find it ok, I'm not much of a rum person, it would seem. We followed up with dinner at Le May, which was quite nice, although unlike the last timeazrhey and I went, we didn't see any fun being made of would-be customers who did not have a reservation (we had one!). We then went back home, watched some porn, looks at photos and stuff.
Monday was more of a staying at home, playing some Apples to Apples and chatting. His laptop can compile Quadra four times faster than mine. *sigh*
It was interesting to note how he apparently doesn't like a great many things about Québec, and how these things he doesn't like, I don't mind or even actually like, but they map to how I'm feeling both about France and Ontario (probably the rest of Anglo-Saxon North America, really), putting Québec (and particularly Montréal) in the middle of it all.
Tuesday after work, I went to the train station and picked upphrawzty and jenever, who stayed with us for a few days. We went out for pizza and had a wonderful time, if slightly fuzzy with wine, vodka and more wine. It was one of those evenings where we didn't feel drunk or anything, it was just well-sustained enough that we did wake up with a hangover. Nothing too nasty, but my getting up and going to work wasn't exactly enthusiastic. The stupidest thing is that while I had everything under control, turns out that the train I was aiming to try (the last until some times past noon) was cancelled for the "vacances scolaires". I had forgotten both my cellphone and my metro/bus pass, so I had to walk back home, but I pondered things (there's no bus in Colomiers anymore at that time, I would have had to walk or bike, and it was raining) and decided I'd just write off the day. But damn, I was actually there, at the train station (early, even!) and everything! I could have used skipping off work properly and staying in bed, say! Oh well.
phrawzty and I managed, after some scholarly studies of bas-relief at St-Sernin, that not only did they have pizza back in the medieval times, but that Domino's was already around (although it was called "Dominvs", latin and all).
There were some being lost downtown, some drinks, some beer, and finally a stop at Chez Pierre, where they could see the awesome waiter à l'œuvre. Then, more or less bedtime.
Weirdly tiring, having people over like that. It feels like there's some obligation to show off the cool stuff, and make sure we have a good time, because the time is limited. I try to fight this, and just let things be, but it creeps back, quietly.
dcoombs landed in Toulouse, and took his chance with us. He proved to be suitably not dead on his arrival, which is a good thing. Still, we didn't do much other than eat some of azrhey's food and chat on the first night.On Sunday, there was some walking around in Toulouse, taking some pictures and such. We had some coffee and cake at a tea house, after finding that one of our preferred café was closed (as is most of France on a Sunday). We then caught some apéro at Le Cardinal, having manly margarita, good caipirinha and decent mojito. I had been wanting to try a mojito for a little while, but while I find it ok, I'm not much of a rum person, it would seem. We followed up with dinner at Le May, which was quite nice, although unlike the last time
azrhey and I went, we didn't see any fun being made of would-be customers who did not have a reservation (we had one!). We then went back home, watched some porn, looks at photos and stuff.Monday was more of a staying at home, playing some Apples to Apples and chatting. His laptop can compile Quadra four times faster than mine. *sigh*
It was interesting to note how he apparently doesn't like a great many things about Québec, and how these things he doesn't like, I don't mind or even actually like, but they map to how I'm feeling both about France and Ontario (probably the rest of Anglo-Saxon North America, really), putting Québec (and particularly Montréal) in the middle of it all.
Tuesday after work, I went to the train station and picked up
phrawzty and jenever, who stayed with us for a few days. We went out for pizza and had a wonderful time, if slightly fuzzy with wine, vodka and more wine. It was one of those evenings where we didn't feel drunk or anything, it was just well-sustained enough that we did wake up with a hangover. Nothing too nasty, but my getting up and going to work wasn't exactly enthusiastic. The stupidest thing is that while I had everything under control, turns out that the train I was aiming to try (the last until some times past noon) was cancelled for the "vacances scolaires". I had forgotten both my cellphone and my metro/bus pass, so I had to walk back home, but I pondered things (there's no bus in Colomiers anymore at that time, I would have had to walk or bike, and it was raining) and decided I'd just write off the day. But damn, I was actually there, at the train station (early, even!) and everything! I could have used skipping off work properly and staying in bed, say! Oh well.phrawzty and I managed, after some scholarly studies of bas-relief at St-Sernin, that not only did they have pizza back in the medieval times, but that Domino's was already around (although it was called "Dominvs", latin and all).There were some being lost downtown, some drinks, some beer, and finally a stop at Chez Pierre, where they could see the awesome waiter à l'œuvre. Then, more or less bedtime.
Weirdly tiring, having people over like that. It feels like there's some obligation to show off the cool stuff, and make sure we have a good time, because the time is limited. I try to fight this, and just let things be, but it creeps back, quietly.
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Date: 2007-03-01 10:05 pm (UTC)Thanks for putting up with me, by the way. Fun was had!
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Date: 2007-03-05 10:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-04 10:01 pm (UTC)good luck getting to work for the duration of the vacances :)