Holding a small coffee in hand. The place was packed. I stood at the by the side of the seating area scanning and rescanning for a possible spot.
A guy was sitting by himself at a 4 person table. Sure he can spare a seat... I didn't bother asking as he already cleared the table, realizing he was using the only table with spare seats. Sitting down, I began reading "Watching the English". The book was smart. It detailed all the English behaviours. I got to the part where she was explaining the class systems: upper, upper middle, middle middle, lower middle and the working class. Funny, as it truly was, I laughed and smiled silently, trying not to appear as a freak. We shared a silent quiet space. It was peaceful.
"Excuse me, do you mind if I take this seat?" a professor looking man tapped me and ask to take the seat across me.
I replied, of course.
He sat down with a little pastry bag, quietly eating it. Then he brought out a stack of paper with weird symbols and began to mark them with a red pen. Continuing the quiet equilibrium, all three of us did whatever we were there to do.
Professor gazed in space for a bit then continue to bring out another booklet. This time, it was mandarin learning book. Curiously, I peek at the mandarin characters, trying to figure out whether it's traditional or simple... 95% of the time, it's simple characters, its sad, 7000 years of history is deteriorating, taking a step backwards. Couldn't figure it out though.
"Now you have the cafe all to yourself" an elder elegant lady passed by my table. She wore fury jacket and a very warm looking scarf with a punk handbag.
Not realizing that everyone left, "oh wow... I guess"
"Foubourg's macarons are deviiiiiiiiiine."
"There are so many youngsters who rather sit here for hours than being at home."
"I like to come out, it's nice to be out"
"I'm here everyday, except on Wednesdays when I work."
"If it rains on Sunday, I won't come, otherwise I'll stay here for a little longer."
This reminds me of the day we all walked in Cartegena rain.
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Jan 31, 2013
Jan 14, 2013
Shuffling in Quebec city
Driving on icy road today and suddenly Party Rock Anthem comes on the radio. The song brings me back to the night in Quebec city a little over a year ago.
Travelling solo for a week in Quebec. The hostel I stayed at was a little bit cold and unsocial, luckily I met 3 sociable American boys. They were buddies in high school, one works in government, second works in Hollywood graphics, and the last one I forget. They invited me to share their taco dinner, of course, how can I reject to food? This is how it starts...
We proceeded to obtain alcohol in the nearby shop which the staff who saw the team said "it's you guys again...". One insisted that we needed 54 canes of beer while the rest of us were trying our hardest to convince him that it meant everyone of us got to drink a dozen, which is waaaaayyyy too much. He won against all of us.
The night was so cold so we chilled the beers and energy drinks simply by lining them by the window. We drank while playing to the king's game in the dorm room (badasses because that wasn't allowed). The other game was watching mv for Party Rock Anthem and drink whenever the robot appears and Beauty & the Beast's Be Our Guest and drink whenever the quote "be our guest" is sung. One of the boys fancies boys so by 1am we all decided to hook him up by heading out in the crazy snow to the gay club "Le Drague". On the way, we conducted a snow ball war while sliding on the icy road.
It was KARAOKE night at Le Drague. Being the only English speaking group, 2 good looking straight, 1 gay and 1 Asian girl, we were aliens. One said, "WE are going to REPRESENT". Sure thing we did, standing at the front of the stage, singing louder than the people up on the stage (horrendously off tune), hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder. The worst group of drunk tourists. Fortunately, the gay Quebecois community quite appreciate the foreigners' entertainment. The young Quebecois joined our terrible dance routine, dragged the boys up the stage and attempted to lay hands on one of the straights which we counter offered our eligible man.
There was a "Gentlemen only" mezzanine, which I manage to slip in, passing the big bull dog looking security. Up the stairs, there's statues of black men in a circle with a bath tub in the middle. Apparently, men do their business behind these statues and it all gathers in the bath tub. The hand sink water comes out from a S&M male statue sitting crossed legged, blind folded and possibly biting on a ball. The bull dog security rushed me down before I could completely take in the... unique setting. Here I was thinking Quebecois are conservative... how naive.
3 AM, we headed out, failing to find the next club, we walked down the snowy road in a line singing and dancing to the party rock anthem. Someone yelled "everyday I'm shuffling" and we all replied "duh-duh duh- duh- duh. duh. duh." Shuffling-shuffling oh shuffling. Making it all the way back to hostel in -20 Celsius.
Travelling solo for a week in Quebec. The hostel I stayed at was a little bit cold and unsocial, luckily I met 3 sociable American boys. They were buddies in high school, one works in government, second works in Hollywood graphics, and the last one I forget. They invited me to share their taco dinner, of course, how can I reject to food? This is how it starts...
We proceeded to obtain alcohol in the nearby shop which the staff who saw the team said "it's you guys again...". One insisted that we needed 54 canes of beer while the rest of us were trying our hardest to convince him that it meant everyone of us got to drink a dozen, which is waaaaayyyy too much. He won against all of us.
The night was so cold so we chilled the beers and energy drinks simply by lining them by the window. We drank while playing to the king's game in the dorm room (badasses because that wasn't allowed). The other game was watching mv for Party Rock Anthem and drink whenever the robot appears and Beauty & the Beast's Be Our Guest and drink whenever the quote "be our guest" is sung. One of the boys fancies boys so by 1am we all decided to hook him up by heading out in the crazy snow to the gay club "Le Drague". On the way, we conducted a snow ball war while sliding on the icy road.
It was KARAOKE night at Le Drague. Being the only English speaking group, 2 good looking straight, 1 gay and 1 Asian girl, we were aliens. One said, "WE are going to REPRESENT". Sure thing we did, standing at the front of the stage, singing louder than the people up on the stage (horrendously off tune), hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder. The worst group of drunk tourists. Fortunately, the gay Quebecois community quite appreciate the foreigners' entertainment. The young Quebecois joined our terrible dance routine, dragged the boys up the stage and attempted to lay hands on one of the straights which we counter offered our eligible man.
There was a "Gentlemen only" mezzanine, which I manage to slip in, passing the big bull dog looking security. Up the stairs, there's statues of black men in a circle with a bath tub in the middle. Apparently, men do their business behind these statues and it all gathers in the bath tub. The hand sink water comes out from a S&M male statue sitting crossed legged, blind folded and possibly biting on a ball. The bull dog security rushed me down before I could completely take in the... unique setting. Here I was thinking Quebecois are conservative... how naive.
3 AM, we headed out, failing to find the next club, we walked down the snowy road in a line singing and dancing to the party rock anthem. Someone yelled "everyday I'm shuffling" and we all replied "duh-duh duh- duh- duh. duh. duh." Shuffling-shuffling oh shuffling. Making it all the way back to hostel in -20 Celsius.
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