st jean baptiste like whoah
so, after a pretty damn unsuccessful day of 2nd hand shopping for a dress yesterday, a successful nose piercing, we arrived back at the co-op to ponder plans for the evening and found out there was a car going to qc city for la fete nationale (the real one here in quebec). had no idea what to expect, but jumped into the car (toot free ride!) regardless. holy fucking shit... probably somewhere around 100,000 people gathered in one area to see les cowboys frignants (who rocked the night). i kept expecting to see people that i knew from high school, just because it reminded me so much of those random high school party nights where people are gathered on a beach or lawn or field to get drunk and scream, girls tripping all over the ground and guys high fiving over... something. garbage was everywhere, dudes pissing in random bushes on the side of the road, the cops weren`t even trying to do shit. watched the sun come up over the st lawrence and shivered in that early-morning-i-haven`t-been-to-sleep-yet way on a bench, chatting in french.
i think i still need to doze a little and the roof seems like an alright place to curl up with a book, a mat and a little bit of sunblock.
i also think my first ever celebration as a qc resident for st jean has started off alright. afterall, today is the real fete!
i think i still need to doze a little and the roof seems like an alright place to curl up with a book, a mat and a little bit of sunblock.
i also think my first ever celebration as a qc resident for st jean has started off alright. afterall, today is the real fete!