Saint-Jean-Baptiste weekend '06
Well, I survived my big week-end.
To be honest, I think it was harder for...most people involved than it was for me. If it wasn't simply harder for all people involved.
Anyways...Friday, I spent the day at work. I picked up some friends with the help of my mother(yeaaah, no need to walk back to the ferry on the next day like I did last year!) and we took the boat. First beer on the boat.
Once in Québec City, we cracked another one open. We walked all the way up to St-Jean street, opened another beer, drank it real fast and made our way to the restaurant. As usual, everybody loved it(I picked the place, naturally).
On our way out, we found a locked up park that seemed empty, so we spent a few minutes there, had some hasch(my first try) and I opened my bottle of champagne.
We walked back to the cannons' park, and it was already crowded like Hell at around 10pm. In there, we lost two of the 6 people I was hanging out with. However, we met up with a lot of friends, one of whom invited me to her birthday party the next night. After a few hours, Émilie, the only girl in our group, felt the urge to go to the bathroom. We looked around, hoping to find a bathroom, but we were unable to see anything, with all the people.
So, being the gentlemen that we are, Mathieu and I accompanied her to a local 24/7 restaurant. She went in, did her thing, but as she came out, she noticed they were serving delicious-looking poutine and decided she wanted some. Her boyfriend and I looked at each other and nodded: Yes indeed, Saint-Jean-Baptiste IS Québec day, after all...you can't go wrong with a poutine. Émilie ordered a baby-size one, but they gave her a small one(that kinda thing happens often, well, when the cashiers/waiters are males), while Mathieu and I shared one of the large poutines.
As we came out, however, we started feeling the weight of what we had ingested in our bowels...And lemme tell you: a 5 service dinner (9 oz steak and fries with the free refill of fries), almost an entire bottle of champagne and half of a large Ashton's poutine is more than a 145lbs man should be having in one night. Trust me.
We went back to the cannons' park, walked around for a while, found our fourth man(Remember? 6 of us...we lost 2. We abandoned one when we went looking for a bathroom. Well, we found him again), greeted some more people, and both Mathieu and Émilie were feeling sick after about an hour, which is totally understandable, when you consider how much food they had with the alcohol they ingested and the fact that they both weight under 120lbs. They left, and I stayed with Alex, who encouraged me to have another beer, even though I was suffering terrible cramps(hmm, bubbly champagne and FRIES! Plus fat, fat sauce and cheese! A mix from Hell). I did, but I set the limit right there: Those were the last drops of alcohol I was having on that night, cuz going any further would make me sick for sure.
We kept going around, setting off fireworks and greeting people we hadn't seen for years, in some cases, then at 3:20, we headed back to the ferry in order to catch the 3:30 boat back to Lévis. And damn that boat was full! Once we were home in Lévis, we had to split up, since he lives in the Eastern side of town, while I live in the West side, foo'. I walked all the way back to my place, and even made sure I didn't take any of my usual shortcuts, since this year, well, I wasn't drunk, so I didn't feel too much in a hurry, plus...the sun was already showing up at 4 am and it was unusually warm, so, it was perfect for a walk.
And yes, I felt like I had to burn all of that crazy stomach stew that was boiling down there. Therefore, I landed on my bed at approximately 5:30am. The next afternoon, I woke up to some unbearable heat, and no, absolutely zero stomach cramps or headache! I got a call from Kévin who invited me to his pool. Yayy! We may not have a pool anymore, but thank God for my friends' families who all seem to own one. I told him about the invitation, and he confirmed that he had also been invited. Good, at least there'll be one person I know in there.
I came back home for dinner and my parents and neighbors(yeah, sometimes we eat with our neighbors when it's real hot outside and everybody's hanging out on their respective patios. Works wonders for the whole neighborhood atmosphere deal) ordered thai from one of the local restaurants. I took the opportunity to open up my bottle of sake(hey, I was supposed to drink it too, on the previous day. Just had some intestinal technical problems due to bad eating management). Yeah, yeah, I know...Sake's for japanese stuff, but, logically, there were no sushi at the thai, so I had half of my bottle of sake with peanut butter chicken. It fit real nice.
As soon as dinner was over, I picked up my bottle of peach schnapp's, got myself some orange juice and ice cubes at the convenience store and headed to the party. The average person in there seemed to be about 17, which is somewhat young for my tastes, but most of them were mature enough to be tolerable.
And, well, I guess when you're drunk, everybody becomes tolerable. I tried to broaden the exlusively-nothing-else-than-wine-drinking birthday-girl-and-host's horizons by giving her a large glass of schnapp's with orange juice on the rocks(ok, I kinda cheated and made it 50-50 juice/alcohol, while I told her there would be much more juice in it) but she wasn't able to drink more than 3 sips of it. Oh well, another charming lady inherited the glass and warmly thanked me for my (highly unimpressive) bartending skills.
At the end of the evening, some of us were able to find a sober guy to drive us to McDonald's and have a midnight meal(read: a 3:30am meal), which I actually needed, this time, considering I hadn't had anything to eat on that day, besides the thai dinner.
I went to bed, this time without any digestive problems(hey, I did have McDonald's with half a bottle of sake and a whole bottle of schnapp's on the same night. Guess my organism got used to it. Or....). As soon as I woke up, the next day at 1pm, I ran to the bathroom and sat on the throne for a well-deserved intensive 15 minutes intestinal clean-up. It felt...magical, for a lack of better words.
I promised myself not to have any alcohol, on Sunday, in order for my body to rest a bit. My parents made me lie to myself. Most of my friends were busy on that night, and my parents had invited a few of their friends at our place for some couple's anniversary. I decided to celebrate with them, but since they all had a bottle of wine, and that none of them were able to finish it...well...the task to empty them was given to me. Luckily, there wasn't much of it, so I didn't get drunk or anything...just, didn't respect my engagements to myself. Tsk, tsk, tsk...(Fake shame).
Now, I'm resting for real, till Thursday night at least, since I was invited at Le Tabou for the friend of a friend's birthday... Friday night is Canada day. Unfortunately, I don't think I'll be partying, because I MUST be in top shape for Saturday, since I'm helping friends of mine move to their new apartment. But I'm pretty sure somebody's gonna drag me down the sinhole and make me do things I shouldn't do.
I'm so vulnerable to outside influence...when you don't give me the responsibility of being the designated driver, of course.
Oh yeah...and I haven't forgotten Independence Day's my tooth-day. Countdown to pain starts now.
To be honest, I think it was harder for...most people involved than it was for me. If it wasn't simply harder for all people involved.
Anyways...Friday, I spent the day at work. I picked up some friends with the help of my mother(yeaaah, no need to walk back to the ferry on the next day like I did last year!) and we took the boat. First beer on the boat.
Once in Québec City, we cracked another one open. We walked all the way up to St-Jean street, opened another beer, drank it real fast and made our way to the restaurant. As usual, everybody loved it(I picked the place, naturally).
On our way out, we found a locked up park that seemed empty, so we spent a few minutes there, had some hasch(my first try) and I opened my bottle of champagne.
We walked back to the cannons' park, and it was already crowded like Hell at around 10pm. In there, we lost two of the 6 people I was hanging out with. However, we met up with a lot of friends, one of whom invited me to her birthday party the next night. After a few hours, Émilie, the only girl in our group, felt the urge to go to the bathroom. We looked around, hoping to find a bathroom, but we were unable to see anything, with all the people.
So, being the gentlemen that we are, Mathieu and I accompanied her to a local 24/7 restaurant. She went in, did her thing, but as she came out, she noticed they were serving delicious-looking poutine and decided she wanted some. Her boyfriend and I looked at each other and nodded: Yes indeed, Saint-Jean-Baptiste IS Québec day, after all...you can't go wrong with a poutine. Émilie ordered a baby-size one, but they gave her a small one(that kinda thing happens often, well, when the cashiers/waiters are males), while Mathieu and I shared one of the large poutines.
As we came out, however, we started feeling the weight of what we had ingested in our bowels...And lemme tell you: a 5 service dinner (9 oz steak and fries with the free refill of fries), almost an entire bottle of champagne and half of a large Ashton's poutine is more than a 145lbs man should be having in one night. Trust me.
We went back to the cannons' park, walked around for a while, found our fourth man(Remember? 6 of us...we lost 2. We abandoned one when we went looking for a bathroom. Well, we found him again), greeted some more people, and both Mathieu and Émilie were feeling sick after about an hour, which is totally understandable, when you consider how much food they had with the alcohol they ingested and the fact that they both weight under 120lbs. They left, and I stayed with Alex, who encouraged me to have another beer, even though I was suffering terrible cramps(hmm, bubbly champagne and FRIES! Plus fat, fat sauce and cheese! A mix from Hell). I did, but I set the limit right there: Those were the last drops of alcohol I was having on that night, cuz going any further would make me sick for sure.
We kept going around, setting off fireworks and greeting people we hadn't seen for years, in some cases, then at 3:20, we headed back to the ferry in order to catch the 3:30 boat back to Lévis. And damn that boat was full! Once we were home in Lévis, we had to split up, since he lives in the Eastern side of town, while I live in the West side, foo'. I walked all the way back to my place, and even made sure I didn't take any of my usual shortcuts, since this year, well, I wasn't drunk, so I didn't feel too much in a hurry, plus...the sun was already showing up at 4 am and it was unusually warm, so, it was perfect for a walk.
And yes, I felt like I had to burn all of that crazy stomach stew that was boiling down there. Therefore, I landed on my bed at approximately 5:30am. The next afternoon, I woke up to some unbearable heat, and no, absolutely zero stomach cramps or headache! I got a call from Kévin who invited me to his pool. Yayy! We may not have a pool anymore, but thank God for my friends' families who all seem to own one. I told him about the invitation, and he confirmed that he had also been invited. Good, at least there'll be one person I know in there.
I came back home for dinner and my parents and neighbors(yeah, sometimes we eat with our neighbors when it's real hot outside and everybody's hanging out on their respective patios. Works wonders for the whole neighborhood atmosphere deal) ordered thai from one of the local restaurants. I took the opportunity to open up my bottle of sake(hey, I was supposed to drink it too, on the previous day. Just had some intestinal technical problems due to bad eating management). Yeah, yeah, I know...Sake's for japanese stuff, but, logically, there were no sushi at the thai, so I had half of my bottle of sake with peanut butter chicken. It fit real nice.
As soon as dinner was over, I picked up my bottle of peach schnapp's, got myself some orange juice and ice cubes at the convenience store and headed to the party. The average person in there seemed to be about 17, which is somewhat young for my tastes, but most of them were mature enough to be tolerable.
And, well, I guess when you're drunk, everybody becomes tolerable. I tried to broaden the exlusively-nothing-else-than-wine-drinking birthday-girl-and-host's horizons by giving her a large glass of schnapp's with orange juice on the rocks(ok, I kinda cheated and made it 50-50 juice/alcohol, while I told her there would be much more juice in it) but she wasn't able to drink more than 3 sips of it. Oh well, another charming lady inherited the glass and warmly thanked me for my (highly unimpressive) bartending skills.
At the end of the evening, some of us were able to find a sober guy to drive us to McDonald's and have a midnight meal(read: a 3:30am meal), which I actually needed, this time, considering I hadn't had anything to eat on that day, besides the thai dinner.
I went to bed, this time without any digestive problems(hey, I did have McDonald's with half a bottle of sake and a whole bottle of schnapp's on the same night. Guess my organism got used to it. Or....). As soon as I woke up, the next day at 1pm, I ran to the bathroom and sat on the throne for a well-deserved intensive 15 minutes intestinal clean-up. It felt...magical, for a lack of better words.
I promised myself not to have any alcohol, on Sunday, in order for my body to rest a bit. My parents made me lie to myself. Most of my friends were busy on that night, and my parents had invited a few of their friends at our place for some couple's anniversary. I decided to celebrate with them, but since they all had a bottle of wine, and that none of them were able to finish it...well...the task to empty them was given to me. Luckily, there wasn't much of it, so I didn't get drunk or anything...just, didn't respect my engagements to myself. Tsk, tsk, tsk...(Fake shame).
Now, I'm resting for real, till Thursday night at least, since I was invited at Le Tabou for the friend of a friend's birthday... Friday night is Canada day. Unfortunately, I don't think I'll be partying, because I MUST be in top shape for Saturday, since I'm helping friends of mine move to their new apartment. But I'm pretty sure somebody's gonna drag me down the sinhole and make me do things I shouldn't do.
I'm so vulnerable to outside influence...when you don't give me the responsibility of being the designated driver, of course.
Oh yeah...and I haven't forgotten Independence Day's my tooth-day. Countdown to pain starts now.