The Bar Scene on a Frigid Night

I went to a bar last night with my roommates and our guests. We had Daniele and Elizabetta over for dinner. Lorenzo made his homemade pizza and I helped JP make a croustarde aux framboises et bleuets. It’s a crumbler made with frozen raspberries and blueberries. Three of the people there spoke Italian, so it was a bit hard to follow their conversation. I only understand a few words here and there, and the meaning of some sentences, but I think it’s a good idea to be surrounded by other languages.

It had started to become quite cold in the recent week. Because of the wind gusts, temperatures plummeted to about -15C. The food and company was excellent. Afterward, they played some foosball on the table that we have. Both of my roommates had already broken one of the levers. They broke another one last night. That means another one that they have to replace.

Instead of calling it a night, we went to the Scanner, a bar within walking distance of all of our apartments. It must have been 10 years since I had last been in the Scanner. There was a punk/electro show that night and we paid $3 to get in. The main reason for going there was that the foosball table was free, so they didn’t pay anything to play. The night before, I decided not to go out. I was planning on when I learned that some old DJ friends were in town, but it was just too cold and I made up my mind just too late.

I don’t really like the bar scene. It’s strange to be in a bar. The kids were having fun. Most of the patrons were young. I spotted a strangely dressed girl playing pool with a guy. She looked interesting. I noticed quite a few girls with tattoos on their backs, showcasing them for everyone to see. I should have lugged my camera, but in recent days I’ve gotten frustrated with the fact that I didn’t bring my shoulder camera bag with me from Taiwan. That makes me lug around a backpack wherever I go when I want to take my camera. Anyway, don’t worry, I’ve taken a lot of pictures in November, I just haven’t downloaded them from my CF card nor uploaded them to my Zooomr account. I’ll follow through today.

Back to the bar scene. It’s strange. It’s not like the meat market of the Taipei club scene. There is something about Québecois women, since they are francophones. I schooled my foreign friends on the etiquette of dating and the codewords that Québecois women use, and their implications.

On va prendre un café ensemble?

On prends un café ensemble chez moi?

And other variations on the same theme mean only one thing here in Québec. After about an hour of watching them play, I got bored and walked back home. I walked quickly since I didn’t have enough layers on. Hopefully, I didn’t catch a cold.