So, tell us — what did you get up to on New Year’s Eve?
Recommended for You
4 comments
Unfortunately, the two of us have been knocked on our rears with a sinus cold since last Friday. So we basically just stayed on the sofa watching hours and hours of “Battlestar Galactica.” Yee haw.
Watched the Bye Bye made by RBO at Radio-Cadenas. I think it was fairly boring, I felt asleep before the end of it.. and missed the countdown.
My girlfriend and I went down to the street to a friend’s place. Shortly after midnight, everyone walked across the street to the Dairy Queen — one of the old seasonal ones with a small parking lot — and had a big snowball fight. Lots of cars honked and the guys in the bar across the street were pretty amused.
Walking home at around 3:30, I realized that New Year’s Eve is one of the few days when strangers in Montreal really seem to talk to one another. Nobody would say hello when passing someone on Park Avenue on a normal evening, but plenty of people wished us a happy new year.
Close to home, walking underneath a party that was raging on a second floor, a guy in a white turban leaned out the window and shouted “Bonne année!” at us quite drunkenly. Then, a few second later, a couple of teenagers said, “Yo, happy new year! You want something? We got everything, weed, everything!”
A quiet one – with a 14-month old that’s often the way. I had the chance to experience the long afternoon lines at the SAQ on Saint Catherine as well as the unusual seasonal pleasure of Le Fromentier being open on a Monday, and at 3:30 when my son decided to wake up, I did feed him to a higher volume of passing happy voices on Duluth.
4 comments
Unfortunately, the two of us have been knocked on our rears with a sinus cold since last Friday. So we basically just stayed on the sofa watching hours and hours of “Battlestar Galactica.” Yee haw.
http://www.blork.org/blorkblog/2008/01/01/how-i-spent-the-last-day-of-2007/
Watched the Bye Bye made by RBO at Radio-Cadenas. I think it was fairly boring, I felt asleep before the end of it.. and missed the countdown.
My girlfriend and I went down to the street to a friend’s place. Shortly after midnight, everyone walked across the street to the Dairy Queen — one of the old seasonal ones with a small parking lot — and had a big snowball fight. Lots of cars honked and the guys in the bar across the street were pretty amused.
Walking home at around 3:30, I realized that New Year’s Eve is one of the few days when strangers in Montreal really seem to talk to one another. Nobody would say hello when passing someone on Park Avenue on a normal evening, but plenty of people wished us a happy new year.
Close to home, walking underneath a party that was raging on a second floor, a guy in a white turban leaned out the window and shouted “Bonne année!” at us quite drunkenly. Then, a few second later, a couple of teenagers said, “Yo, happy new year! You want something? We got everything, weed, everything!”
A quiet one – with a 14-month old that’s often the way. I had the chance to experience the long afternoon lines at the SAQ on Saint Catherine as well as the unusual seasonal pleasure of Le Fromentier being open on a Monday, and at 3:30 when my son decided to wake up, I did feed him to a higher volume of passing happy voices on Duluth.