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Just got back from Montreal yesterday, and it was really different because Heather was there this time. We left on Saturday, at nine, and ate at Denny's in Kingston cause Denny's is hilarious. We stopped at a gas station and there was a sign that said "NO MORE DISEL" written in pen and we laughed at that a little bit, cause spelling mistakes are also hilarious. We watched 4 episodes of the Gilmore Girls first season, which made Heather sick and she stuck her head out the window for the last ten minutes of the ride. Rory had the most gimungous hips in the first season, compared to her tiny face and shoulders and stuff. She was best in the first season, back when she was ultra spazzy.
When we got to my grandma's I showed Heather around and she got the double-cheek-kiss from my uncle, my aunt and my grandma and she met my 5 year old cousin Joelle and my 2 year old cousin Hubert, who has cerebral palsy. We played "throw a pink wooly blanket on each other" and "tickle each other's knees". Both games sent Joelle into spasms of laughter that didn't stop for about an hour. I swear that girl is going to actually die laughing. She gets this expression on her face like the laughter is just soo overwhelming in a good way and she rolls around on the floor and gasps for air. It's really sweet. Then my other (very hyper) cousins showed up. Jeanne, who is 9-ish, Benoit, who is 12ish, and Louis, who is 15ish. This resulted in more double-cheek-kisses from my aunt and uncle and awkward sort of hug/sort of handshake type things from my cousins. We ate really good food and really good desert (as usual), and then we watched Raise Your Voice cause it was on tv. Benoit was being hilarious. He makes hilarious jokes for a 12 year old, and I've only recently started noticing how hilarious he is, because before this he was a little kid but now he's old enough that we can share a sense of humour. I always want to joke around with them but I'm self concious about my french so I don't speak much, even though I do laugh. We played poker again, which seems to be becoming a tradition, even though none of us are exceptionally good and everyone just ends up flicking their chips around and yelling a lot. After my cousins went home me and Heather went to sleep in my uncle's camper van thing. We listened to music with one earphone each and sang along at the top of our lungs (really badly on purpose), thinking nobody could hear us. We were wrong though, about nobody hearing us. In the morning my uncle asked if we had been singing because he had heard something and he thought it was a radio but then he realized it was voices, and they were our voices. My cousin Joelle came out into the camper and we played hide and seek under the blankets and threw her little toy pony around and she, once again, laughed her head off.
On Sunday we drove around and stopped in semi-interesting places. We went to this cheese place and looked in a room where there was cheese that had been sitting there for months. We got to sample it too, and it was divine/De Vaughn. Then we went to this old fort, which was closed but we walked around and looked at people and the river. Then we went to this waterfall type place, and looked at snowmen that people had built, and then we drove to my uncle and aunt's house (the same ones who came to my grandma's for dinner the night before). They have this huge, beautiful house on an island, with a boat. Everything in their house is like modern art, shaped all weird and brightly coloured. We had a foosball tournament, and me and Heather were the ultimate champions. I think we went undefeated, except when people started to cheat by lifting up one side of the foosball table so that the ball ended up in our net, force of gravity. We ate beeaautiful food, that was set up all fancy on the plate, and drank a bit (or a little more than a bit for Heather) of wine. We did cartwheels outside on the back porch in our barefeet, but we kept getting locked out by my cousins. We tried to work their telescope but it was too high tech for us, so we setlled for looking at the stars with our eyes. We listened to Aqua on the way home and laughed about how they say "wiolet" instead of violet and sang in our deepest voices along with the boy, which led to some Toni Braxton jokes.
The next day we went to the Biodome, which was soo excellent. I'd been there when I was a lot younger, and I sort of remembered it, but not completely. We saw a golden tamarind, an alligator, colourful tree frogs, a sting ray, a capybera, bats, HUUUUUGE disgusting fish, starfish, pink birds with long beaks, beavers (there's a camera so you can see inside the beaver dam), puffins and last but not least, penguins. Animals are so funny, and so are kids when they look at animals. When we were done looking at the animals we went to the cafeteria thing and got drumsticks. We asked the teenage guy who was working at the cafeteria for the time and he said "two minus ten" in his adorable french accent. It was really cute, so we did what we always do when we think things are cute...take spy pictures of the person who did it. Because we are creeps. After the Biodome we came back to my grandmother's and lazed around until dinner. After dinner, and after a glass of wine or two, we went outside in our boots and coats and gloves onto the frozen river behind my grandma's house. The other side of the river has a pretty steep bank, so we climbed up that and then spent a good hour flinging ourselves off it then climbing back up. There were a lot of times where our legs would get stuck up to mid thigh and everyone else would have to dig the leg out, and there were a couple cases of faceplants in the snow, but it's always fun doing something mindless and a little bit dangerous. Then we came inside and went to sleep, knowing we'd have to wake up early and spend the rest of the day in the car.
The ride home was mostly uneventful. We listened to a lot of Belle and Sebastian, and I somehow managed to get a huge vinegar stain on my pants, which stanked up the rest of the car for the rest of the ride home. I was in the middle of a nap and Heather put a piece of licorice under my nose which freaked me out cause I didn't know what it was, and then it made me think of the game "finger or toe" from Scrubs.
So there you go, a very long entry about my trip to Montreal.