Friday night I was alone, it was the night of Didier's Association of French something something something's BBQ. so Misster-Kitty was Stag. And what does M-K do when left to his own devises? He goes to the Jean-Talon Market, then to the Gym, then to McDo and then home. He watches some TV and does a little posting and then goes out for a beer, goes back home and waits for his man.
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Saturday started off with a nice breakfast of home made blueberry pancakes, coffee and juice on the balcony. With Ste-Catherine St closed in the village to pedestrian traffic only we strolled around a bit, saw a few of our friends singing with the Gay Men's Chorus...
We sat watched and listened to them perform and then when they went on a break we headed off to the gym... the clouds were getting dark and the thunder had already begun to compete with their singing...
Once out of the gym we went for a stroll through some of the Just For Laughs festival. We walked around a bit and then caught a quick bite to eat at Frits Alors! Damn they do good Fries! Then back to the street and a bit more people watching. We went to walk up St-Denis to the Big balloon of Victor (the festival mascot) and his lady friend, Rose de Nantes. We didn't even make it up the one block from Ontario to Sherbrooke before the skies opened. So instead of looking at Victor and Rose we stood under them for about 10 minutes. When the rain lessened we snapped a few pics and then headed back in for refuge.
We went into La Capoterie and dare I say it was all just a little too tame... although there Was this really nice cook's apron with muscle man nude torso and scantily clad leopard print loin cloth. I might have to go back for that! Then a few more stops back down to the main festival and soon the rain stopped.
We thought we'd stick around a bit longer but well, good intentions , and a lame hypnotist... need I say more.
As it was, we got home about 5 minutes before it started raining again! We watched an episode of the 4400, Then rested a few minutes and then got dressed for dinner. Then took a walk in the rain. Didier still didn't know where I was taking him . Fun! Even better was on the walk we passed about 12 other restos and every once in a while I'd head directly for one of them, then psych him out. He finally guessed about 2 blocks away, but only because there was only the one restaurant left. LA MER. We are both from the Atlantic Coast, (Halifax, Nova Scotia and Nantes, France) We know good seafood, and this place has it! It was or first time there, but won't be our last. We both took the Lobster on their Table d'Hote. He took the Calamari starter, I took the chilled cucumber soup. (I've been burnt a few too many times with tough calamari so only order it once I know it's good) I had a couple of Didier's and I can tell you this, next time I'm there, that's all I want! I've NEVER had such good Calamari before in my life! We had a wonderful dinner, save for the heat in the resto, (it was a bit uncomfortable actually.)
... and have a little ice cream cake and it was time for the Fireworks. (See Saturday's Post) Then back in to look at the guy's wedding pictures.
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And then, yup you guessed it, back to the JFL.
... and it seems one of them at least, the Charlie Chaplin float was built in Nantes, Didier's home town!
We walked around again and them played from Checkers. Apparently there are many 'international rules' I'd never heard of before and lost readily to Didier. Never in all my years could you move in reverse and even when you were 'kinged' you could only jump to two squares away. Seems I was never taught the full set of rules. (Thanks for Nothing Nanny!)
Another walk around the festival and we headed back towards home. Picked up some Chinese take out and took a bottle of wine up to our roof, had a nice meal then wound down the night with one last episode of the 4400.
Not a bad weekend aver all.