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So, yesterday wasn't too bad as far as evenings go!

After work I was walking ''downtown,'' which is to say the street with the majority of the shops on it. I spotted a payphone, and decided to ring up my mom, to see what she was up to, and so I talked to her for about 30 minutes in this payphone, often shouting in English and getting weird looks! It was funny. But then she had to go, so I was like ''Okay, now what?'' So I called Anny's cell and arranged to meet her by walking down 7e rue Sirois, which is kind of a bizarre street because it's not straight, it just kind of stops and then you reach an intersection and walk over a few feet and it starts again. So, we met and went to the Métro to buy stuff for Greek Salad (which was soooo good) and ice cream, to eat with spag at her and Alex's billets. So, that was good, the food was amazing and gormet, and we all ate way too much! Seriously, the maple crunch ice cream was overkill!

So, then we were bored, so we walked to the katima-house, to hang out on the front porch, when Gwobs randomly shows up, and tells us he's meeting Nick here in an hour. Nick is staying with a completely French family that he can't communicate with in Rivière-Ouelle, so he often makes the 30 minute bike ride into town because he's bored out of his mind. Anyway, we sit down and talk, and Gwobs goes to get snacks, which we eat even though the 3 of us feel like vomitting from the vast amounts of food we've consummed. And we played a weird game where you pick a number, and when that number car goes by, that's your car. Or that's who you'll be one day (I will be a weird man in argyle) or you have to make up a name and profession for the person (Georgio Armani, Mobster; Shelly Field, Stay At Home Mom). Yeahhhh. So, after about an hour, Nick still isn't there, so we made up stories about his death on the highway. But, soon he stumbled up, sans bike, because it had a flat tire, so he walked the 1h20mins to get there! So, we sat around and played the games with him for a while. Then gradually began to leave. I was the last to go, so Nick decided to leave when I did, and he took one of our crappy bikes, with a dodgey pedal and no brakes! I really hope he made it home okay! I mean, I probably would have heard about it, but who knows! We also discussed, like, if one of us were killed in a gruesome accident, would Katimavik pay for us to go to the victim's funeral? Would they send us home? Would they try to keep us together to grieve as a ''family?'' Hmmmm. Anyway, it's too morbid!

And I have to go now, because actually, I don't start work until 1pm today, but I have to be home for lunch at 11.30am!!! So.... yes! I'm computerless for the weekend, so happy weekend, and I'm also devestated since I am missing Stampede which started last night (Sneek-A-Peek).

Labels: Journal, Katimavik, La Pocatière