| October 12, 2004 - I eat poutine |
| Dear Friends, I bet the title of this entry grabbed your attention, didn't it? Yes, yes, I eat poutine. "What," you may ask, "is poutine?" Well, I'll tell you. First of all it's pronounced poo-teen and it's a delicious concoction of fried potatoes, cheese curds, and hot brown gravy. Yum, yum. Now if you yourself want to dip into some poutine, I'm afraid you'll have to hop Air Canada to Montreal as I did this past weekend. Yes, that's right, this past weekend was the fantabulous trip I planned with my friend, K., to la belle Montreal, oui, oui. We had an absolute blast-o-rama! Now, JOHNNYLEEN has a small confession to make. Originally I had planned on doing all sorts of cultural things in Montreal like visiting museums and looking at churches, but after getting royally chewed out at work about a week ago (a story in and of itself), I decided I was just going to party like it was 1999! And that I did! The bars in Montreal open at about 10 in the morning; that is, if they even bother closing the day before. So it was beer, beer, beer and on one occasion a $100 bottle of champagne....bootilicious! Actually, K. and I started drinking even before we got on the plane. We had mucho alcoholo at the airport and the stewardesses on Air Canada were only too willing to keep plying us with the heady fumes of fermentation. And the good thing is you don't have to ask them for seconds. You just ask if they can leave you two little bottles of gin rather than just one, and they smile a big smile and say, "Gaaarawnteed!" Now, our bed and breakfast was absolutely beeyootiful and the proprieter, I'll call him d'Artagnon, cooked every morning. I expected just a buffet of jams, breads, and meats like in Germany, but he actually cooked omelettes one day and waffles on another. He also served us a tasty mimosa on Sunday which was the reason we decided to run out and have that $100 bottle of champagne. Our first day there, I'm sure the other guests got sick of us singing "O Canada" at the tops of our lungs, but it's such a catchy anthem, we couldn't help ourselves. Needless to say, on the way back to the US we were just as rowdy as on the way up. We had several drinks at Dorval airport and then on the plane, we kept everyone in stitches. It all started as we went running up to the plane with our bladders about to burst. I said in French to the woman at the door, "Do we have time to take a piss before take-off?" She burst out laughing and in French said, "You'll have to ask inside, but you've made my day with that statement." She was laughing so hard she had to wipe the tears from her eyes. Then as the stewardess was announcing our destination, she suddenly forgot what she was going to say and everyone burst out laughing. So as she served us drinks we told her we thought she was a hoot and asked if she'd have a drinkie with us upon landing. Alas, she had a flight early the next morning and they're not allowed to drink within 12 hours of a flight. So as she was trying to announce our approach, I kept making faces at her, which caused her to laugh over the loudspeaker. We were high-larious, K. and I! On our way up we had met this couple who were on their way to a wedding. They were also on our flight back but we only got to talk to them in the waiting area. They told us they had been in a slightly sleazy part of Montreal and I said, "Oh really? We wandered over that way, too. Did you happen to go past The Pussy Club?" It's not a pet store, if that's what you think. And sure 'nuff, they had. So after we landed, we asked them to have drinkies with us, but they had to rush off 'cause the guy had to go to work that evening. My, I say it like it was a long time ago, but it was actually only yesterday that we returned. And, by the way, it was Canadian Thanksgiving Day. So Happy Thanksgiving! My next big trip is during our own Thanksgiving when I head off to Big Deutschland. Thank goodness the flight prices are coming down! I was afraid for a while that I might not be able to afford it. And I so want to go, because my friends there just had a baby a couple of weeks ago! So there you have it....I just can't wait to get back to Montreal though. I think it would be totally bootilicious and tres canadien to celebrate New Year's Eve there, don't you? Next entry Previous entry Go to diary entries Go back home |