It's 8:30 a.m. and I'm sitting at Chris' computer. We had a nice time yesterday; a lovely brunch with Manon, Sarah and Chris at Manon's apartment, and then Chris and I ran some errands in the Market. Afterwards we drove to my parents' place in Hull, grabbed a bottle of wine and the cribbage board and walked to the hideout overlooking the Lac des Fees, which was perfect. The sun was out and we settled down on some rocks and played a game. I took some photos of Chris and will post one up on the site tomorrow.

Afterwards we went back to my folks' for supper. Later on upon leaving, Chris realized that the headlight on his motorcycle was burnt out so we had to come back and get my Mom to drive us to his place. It probably sucked for Chris to leave his bike behind, but it was nice to have a comfy drive in a car on a very cool night.

Saturday was a great day, too. Annie and I had coffee and croissants at Benny's Cafe on Murray, and then browsed around the fruits & veggies and arts & crafts stands in the Market. Annie bought butternut squash, leeks and onions for some soups she wanted to make. Turns out she makes a kick-ass butternut squash soup - being the great friend she is, she dropped by Chris' later on to leave some soup for us to try. It was a success! It was delightful to have her company for a little while longer, too - always has an interesting thought or story to share. Speaking of which, she has invited Chris and I to attend a newly-formed Scotch club. The idea is to get people to sit around and discover new scotchs with good company. There are a few "rules" though, all in good fun of course. First, no 'Glens" - any scotch starting with "Glen", such as Glenfiddich - in order to stay away from the typically known, more commercial brands. However, it was noted that if someone currently owns a Glen-type bottle, the club will graciously take it off their hands "as an act of charity"... How kind. Ok, what else... Well, apparently another rule is: You can't suck. That's right, no spelling errors there - you just can't suck. If a club member invites someone who is deemed by the rest of the members as "sucking", then the member responsible for introducing this person is kicked out the club, and can only be readmitted upon presentation of a new, expensive bottle of scotch. Now, this rule is amusing but I suspect will quickly create much corruption. With such a punishment, surely it will be tempting to think that, well, most everyone "sucks", just so that a new bottle of scotch can be won. Also, what criteria does one follow to determine whether another person sucks? I will have these questions to raise upon my first meeting on Tuesday night. Hopefully I won't get Annie kicked out! Should be fun.

And going back to Friday - it was a great quiet evening with Manon. A bit of window-shopping (well, for me anyway - Manon got a pair of purple leather stilettos that are absolutely gorgeous), some Vietnamese food and then some chilling out in front of the tv. We watched the making of Lord of the Rings, which is quite interesting. Slightly contrived presentation, but still it's very cool to watch see it unfold... Hanging out with Manon has been so wondeful. We've had some nice conversations and just nice moments. Sometimes I still can't believe how lucky we are to have each other.

Well, I should end this reflection of the weekend and look forward to my day and week. I've got more reading to do today, so I'll be heading home to do that until my Cinemas Canadiens et Quebecois class this evening.

Jules, hope you are checking this site every now and again and enjoying the tidbits of information. I took some photos of Pingu yesterday and will post one tomorrow for you to see! In fact, I have so many photos to post on this site, so come back to see them all. I will call you today to check on your arrival info - are you flying in or taking the train?

Can't believe Thanksgiving weekend is coming up so quickly. I will be preparing a chicken again - hopefully this time I won't freak out and stand there for ten minutes, frozen with the fear of touching the damn thing. I just never realized how creepy it is when you're dealing with the whole thing at once!