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pphaneufOhh, another of these lightning fast weekends that I wish would have a few more days in them!
Narrowly avoided becoming a rampaging murderer on friday, went to Hatter's. Was brief, but I was also ridiculously tired. Was nice to see the people, though!
Saturday, I looked like I was walking around, but it was all an illusion, I was fast asleep. Went to see A Girl's Guide To Screwing Herself with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
azrhey. It was all right, but not so impressive either.
azrhey: "Did that too."
pphaneuf:"Did your sister's ex?" (she is an only child)
azrhey: "No. My ex's sister."
We then shuffled off to birthday boy Bibi's party, to a surprisingly good time. Much gawking at boys done, as it was appropriate for the venue. :-)
Sunday, managed to wake up and get all of the interested parties for a trip to Quebec City. I provided the car,ayria provided the driving, azrhey provided the coffee and bagels and musicdieu provided the classyness. It was really nice to see the progression of ayria, from going for 20 kilometers behind a slow car, not daring change lane, to gaining confidence and technique, ending up zipping along, changing lane all the time and passing.
We arrived and after applying copious amounts of sunscreen, had a blast at the waterpark. The new Dungeon thingy's first part is awesome, although the flat ride part of it I found a bit long and slow. The portuguese and taiwanese girls complained about the air being rather chilly, but us manly québecois and pole denied it all, our teeths chattering madly. Really, wasn't so bad, but it was just at the edge, and when the sun went down, it was all bad.azrhey claims mad crotch-aiming skills.
musicdieu: "He's all mine!" (talking about me)
azrhey: "Where's the label that says so? I looked everywhere! Even between his toes!"
Went out for a night on the town in the Old City, although we all proved to be rather amazingly tired. Had some crêpe, cider, walked around and went back to the hostel for a quiet game of pool and a pint. The pool table was gone (renovations were happening), so it was discussing economics and politics around a pint instead.
Got back straight to work, then off to my home town right after, for a Father's Day dinner. My grand-father was there for a bit to say hello, which was nice. I generally had a good time, although some things are painfully obvious. I was asked if I wanted sausage, to which I replied in the affirmative. This got me a Hygrade frankfurter off the BBQ. Ah. I see. Far away fromazrhey's chouriço, I am. Can you say culture clash? I just don't fit there. I also had Coors Light. Go ahead, laugh.
My dad's girlfriend proved especially obnoxious that night. I usually deal with her pretty easily, with a few easy rules to follow (like don't step into a car when she's at the wheel), but tonight was just special. I was put under intense questioning as to who's my girlfriend, and whether it's official and shit. What the fuck do you mean, "official"? I don't remember signing anything... Also, apparently, the problem with Montreal is all those weird people coming from other countries. Pardon me, but I like my filipino, french, italian, polish, portuguese, taiwanese and turkish friends, thank you very much! Even those wacky canadians, I'm cool with!
And now I'm back home, with Diva. Ahh, felines, they always get me...
Narrowly avoided becoming a rampaging murderer on friday, went to Hatter's. Was brief, but I was also ridiculously tired. Was nice to see the people, though!
Saturday, I looked like I was walking around, but it was all an illusion, I was fast asleep. Went to see A Girl's Guide To Screwing Herself with
azrhey. It was all right, but not so impressive either.azrhey: "Did that too."pphaneuf:"Did your sister's ex?" (she is an only child)azrhey: "No. My ex's sister."We then shuffled off to birthday boy Bibi's party, to a surprisingly good time. Much gawking at boys done, as it was appropriate for the venue. :-)
Sunday, managed to wake up and get all of the interested parties for a trip to Quebec City. I provided the car,
ayria provided the driving, azrhey provided the coffee and bagels and musicdieu provided the classyness. It was really nice to see the progression of ayria, from going for 20 kilometers behind a slow car, not daring change lane, to gaining confidence and technique, ending up zipping along, changing lane all the time and passing.We arrived and after applying copious amounts of sunscreen, had a blast at the waterpark. The new Dungeon thingy's first part is awesome, although the flat ride part of it I found a bit long and slow. The portuguese and taiwanese girls complained about the air being rather chilly, but us manly québecois and pole denied it all, our teeths chattering madly. Really, wasn't so bad, but it was just at the edge, and when the sun went down, it was all bad.
azrhey claims mad crotch-aiming skills.musicdieu: "He's all mine!" (talking about me)azrhey: "Where's the label that says so? I looked everywhere! Even between his toes!"Went out for a night on the town in the Old City, although we all proved to be rather amazingly tired. Had some crêpe, cider, walked around and went back to the hostel for a quiet game of pool and a pint. The pool table was gone (renovations were happening), so it was discussing economics and politics around a pint instead.
Got back straight to work, then off to my home town right after, for a Father's Day dinner. My grand-father was there for a bit to say hello, which was nice. I generally had a good time, although some things are painfully obvious. I was asked if I wanted sausage, to which I replied in the affirmative. This got me a Hygrade frankfurter off the BBQ. Ah. I see. Far away from
azrhey's chouriço, I am. Can you say culture clash? I just don't fit there. I also had Coors Light. Go ahead, laugh.My dad's girlfriend proved especially obnoxious that night. I usually deal with her pretty easily, with a few easy rules to follow (like don't step into a car when she's at the wheel), but tonight was just special. I was put under intense questioning as to who's my girlfriend, and whether it's official and shit. What the fuck do you mean, "official"? I don't remember signing anything... Also, apparently, the problem with Montreal is all those weird people coming from other countries. Pardon me, but I like my filipino, french, italian, polish, portuguese, taiwanese and turkish friends, thank you very much! Even those wacky canadians, I'm cool with!
And now I'm back home, with Diva. Ahh, felines, they always get me...
