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Stag Reasons Have Many Kanda Marathon Profiles. More to Come (Debutchery Day 1)

Tien’s Stag or The Weekend of Debutchery in Montréal (Day 1)

This past weekend saw me, your faithful Barking Space creator travelling to Montréal for a stag.

It was not a typical stag though…

  • There was no significant consumption of alcohol
  • There were no visits to strip clubs
  • There was no clubbing and endless flirting with members of the opposite sex as a last hurrah


I’m sure a lot of people would find this odd.

Tien doesn’t drink for reasons of his own (I think he’s only had a glass of wine in his whole life), so we didn’t really imbibe. In fact, I never ordered anything alcoholic all weekend to support my friend’s stag style. What about strip clubs? I know that I, for one, don’t particularly care for strip clubs. They tend to cut into my drinking money. As for the clubbing aspect, none of us are really into the meat market thing. I know a lot of guys drag the groom-to-be to a strip club or dance club under the guise of having a celebration of the last night of freedom. They push the groom to do stuff that he should be doing to celebrate his last chance at going out like: getting blitzed, scoring with women and making an ass of himself. I find that the friends of the groom are the ones who usually use these events as an excuse to misbehave themselves. That is their right, I suppose. Later, when they get home, it’s their wives’ right (usually a jab) followed by a left cross to the face. Spectacular.

No, Tien’s stag was none of this.

Tien wanted to go to Montréal to eat.

That’s right.

The only deadly sin we committed this weekend was the sin of gluttony.



The Reason?

Tien used to attend McGill University in Montréal when he was younger. Montréal is a city that he remembers fondly and he returns to this wonderful place any chance he gets.

Tien also loves food.

Montréal has a lot of wonderful food. So it seemed the perfect way to celebrate was to travel to his favourite city, to eat his favourite foods, with his favourite friends (most of us are his groomsmen).

I have to admit that I was a little skeptical at the beginning. I don’t normally drive distances in excess of 500 km just to eat food.

But it turned out to be a great idea.



So Many Choices, So Little Time

The weekend started off with Tien, Dan and I driving to Montréal. Other than a quick stop at McDonalds and a quick fill-up of gas along the way, the drive was uneventful. We arrived in Montréal in the evening and met up with Sanny (Tien’s sister) to dump our stuff at her place (where we were staying for the weekend).

It wasn’t long before we were headed out to our first eating location…

Kanda

Kanda is a sushi restaurant around the corner from Sanny’s place.

They have an all-you-can-eat sushi special. $27.99 for as much sushi as you can cram into your stomach…



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We walked in and joined Steve (another one of the groomsmen) and his wife Lisa at the table Sanny had reserved for us.

I hadn’t met Steve (or Lisa) before. They’re both really nice people.

Lisa wasn’t really into sushi, so she didn’t partake in the buffet. In truth, I caught her staring at us wide-eyed later on, most likely in disbelief.

I don’t blame her.

We probably had at least a hundred pieces of sushi and sashimi hit the table within fifteen minutes of sitting down.

I know I personally had over fifty pieces the whole evening (I was a little behind due to the fact that I ate a big lunch). Dan ate most of the white tuna sashimi in about two minutes.

It was a great way to start of the weekend, especially when Dan turned to Sanny (while she was eating a handroll, no less) and asked this question…


Do you have enough toilet paper at home?


We were joined by guy named Mike later on (DJ Static to the locals), who could also put the food away. You’d never know by looking at him that he could probably eat a whole buffalo given a fork and a few drops of HP Sauce.

This meal experience was great. The Sushi at this place was delicious, and the service wasn’t too bad either.



Character Profile

Name: Tien
Height: Short
Eating Prowess: Once I watched Tien eat a 32 Oz steak, with all the trimmings as well as dessert. There were four of us at the table. He ate as much meat as the rest of us combined. Tien also never gains weight.
Trip Highlight: Eating everything in front of him without pause.



The Bagel Marathon

After Kanda, Sanny was in the mood for dessert. Unfortunately, Mike hosts a radio show, so he had to leave us. We walked him to his street, and then continued on to our destination. Sanny figured Rockaberry would be a great place to get dessert, so we made our way to there. After that we would head over to Fairmont to pick up bagels.

When we got to Rockaberry, it was crowded, and there were not a lot of desserts left.

We figured we’d cut our losses and head over to Fairmount.

Fairmount Bagel is a wonderful place. A magical wonderland where the best bagels in the world are made…



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It’s a modest building that you would think contains elves that do nothing but make bagels all day, every day.

In actuality, it’s a bunch of hairy guys who laugh a lot (And a girl, actually, who was not as hairy). The place is actually open every day, every hour, all year round.

We picked up some bagels, and Tien insisted that we eat them, as they were fresh out of the oven.

It does taste good, but I believe that freezing them, microwaving them for twenty seconds and then throwing in the toaster oven for a minute will yield the same experience.



Character Profile

Name: Sanny
Size: Petite
Eating Prowess: Sanny can eat as much as Tien and not gain a pound. We suspect that she has a dimensional rift in her stomach that leads to some poor girl on the other side of the planet, who eats nothing, but constantly gains weight.
Trip Highlight: Goading everyone into eating more and then eating more than them.



The Long and Winding Road

After Fairmount, we headed back to Sanny’s place. It was past midnight by now.

Dan looked extremely uncomfortable the whole time. The fact that he ate so much sushi so fast probably had a lot to do with it.

We walked a lot that night. All over town, it seemed.

We eventually ended up back at Sanny’s place (Steve and Lisa went back to their hotel), and ended up falling into a stuffed slumber.



Character Profile

Name: Mike (aka DJ Static)
Size: Skinny as a toothpick
Eating Prowess: Mike will eat poutine anytime, anywhere.
Trip Highlight: Arriving late for dinner and then catching up to us by the end.



More to Come

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Tale of the Tape

Pictoral Representation

Last time, I told the story of my dumb idea.

After Dave left that weekend I sketched my dumb idea in my sketchbook.

I found it over the weekend, and scanned it for your viewing pleasure…



Click to enlarge…

Jorge’s Dumb Ideas

One of Jorge’s Dumb Ideas

When I first started attending the University of Waterloo, I would commute from Acton every day. Classes started at 08:30 every morning, and two nights a week they ended at 22:00.

Needless to say it was tough to socialize and even tougher to do well due to the [at least] forty-five minute commute in ideal conditions.

I moved to Waterloo soon after.



Another One of Jorge’s Dumb Ideas

When I lived in Waterloo, Dave would visit every so often.

He’d drive up (as he was the one with the car) and we’d either go out for dinner or I would make something. I had a spare mattress that he could sleep on.

It was great because Dave was like a piece of home. I had made a number of friends in Waterloo, but Dave will always be one of my best friends. It’s always easier to laugh when he is around.

Dave usually visited on the weekends, which meant that we would go to the arcade at Waterloo Town Square.

It wasn’t a big arcade, but it had enough games to satisfy the craving for video game violence.

One of the games we used to play was an Advanced Dungeons & Dragons game. The actual name of the game escapes me at the moment, but it was a side-scrolling hack-‘n-slash type of game.

The great thing about it was that your characters could gain experience, become more powerful and find new weapons, making it more dynamic than your average bashing game. Another feature was the decision tree. You’d have to decide on which path you would take to get to your eventual goal, which could effect the outcome of the game.

The greatest thing about the game, though, was that it only cost a quarter to play three lives.

One day we were playing the game and we made it farther than ever before.

When Dave and I would play this, we would take turns making the decisions…


WISE OLD MAN: Would you like to take the swamp path, or the forest path?
DAVE: Let’s take the swamp path.
JORGE: Sounds good.
DAVE: [Selects Swamp Path.]


And so we would take the swamp path, which had harder creatures to fight than the forest path, but greater treasures and weapons to find.

Back and forth the decisions went. We were on fire. Our characters were becoming more and more powerful with every decision we made. There were actually a couple of people watching (we call them nerds).

By the time we had we reached a major outpost at the bottom of a mountain and it was my turn to make the decision…


MONK: You have come far. Your goal is the castle beyond the mountain. However, there are two choices.
JORGE:
Go figure.
DAVE: Yeah. Surprise, surprise.
M: There is the mountain pass. It winds around the mountain and may take several days. It is treacherous at the best of times, yet is much preferable to the alternative.
J: The pass sounds pretty bad.
M: The alternative of which I speak is a cave that goes through the mountain. Contained within is a peril so great that no one has ever returned. The beast within the mountain is an ancient dragon. Will you take the caves or the mountain path?
D: Yikes.
J: We fought a black dragon back a ways. He was tough but we killed it.
D: True.
J: Let’s do it. [Selects Cave.]
M: Are you sure? This path is very dangerous.
J: Weird.
D: It’s never done that before.
J: Dragon! [Selects Cave.]
M: THIS IS YOUR FINAL WARNING! TO TAKE THE CAVE PATH AND FIGHT THE DRAGON WILL LEAD TO CERTAIN DOOM. DO YOU WISH TO DO THIS?
D: Wow. Maybe we should take the mountain path?
J: Let’s go fight the dragon! [Selects Cave.]
M: You have been warned…


By this point there are a few more people watching.

Dave‘s character (a dwarf warrior) and mine (a human warrior) wander into a cave. We walk along for a while, and fight off some lame creatures. We eventually find ourselves standing on what appears to be a cliff. We could no longer see the back wall. All we could see was the ledge we were standing on.

When suddenly…

The gigantic head of an ancient dragon rose from behind us, the darkness itself recoiling…

The black dragon we fought earlier was probably about ten feet tall in the scale of the game. This particular dragon that we now faced was probably a good fifty or sixty feet tall.

We helpessly stood by as it roasted us alive.

Dave backed away from the cursed game, but I relentlessly kept pumping quarters, refusing to believe that a true dead end could exist in an arcade game. I finally gave up after four tries.

The two words that every gamer fears flashed across the screen…


GAME OVER


JORGE: That’s it?!??!!
DAVE: Jesus.
JORGE: Who would have known that they’d build an actual dead end in the game?
DAVE: [Loudly, mocking my decision.] LET’S GO FIGHT THE DRAGON! DUH!
[Everyone laughs.]


And this is why we would never be a couple…

Ever…

Goodest Other

Me Am Goodest At English

Sometimes I’ll come up with the stupidest analogies. What makes matters worse is that Dave and I think they’re quite funny. It also doesn’t help that one stupid analogy usually leads to another.

Yes, this is a bad thing.

Observe human de-evolution in action…


[Flashback to the past. Most likely mid 90’s. The scene opens with Dave and Jorge driving around Georgetown*, most likely to Subway for a tasty treat. They are discussing a celebrity who is very rich.]
Dave: Man that guy is so rich.
Jorge: Yes. He is. He’s so rich…
Dave:
That he’s got money to burn.
Jorge: He’s so rich…
Dave:
That he uses hundred dollar bills to wipe his ass.
Jorge: Nice.
Dave: He’s so rich…
Jorge: [Fumbling.] That he’s rich beyond all recognition…
Dave: What the hell does that mean?
Jorge: I don’t know, but it’s seems to work.
Dave: [Mocking Jorge.] Hey, check out that guy! A second ago, before he got all that money, I knew who he was! Now? I have no clue! In fact, I don’t recognize him at all!
Jorge: Shit.
Dave: I guess the opposite would be poor beyond all anonymity.
Jorge: Yikes. Man, I didn’t know who that guy was, until he went bankrupt and lost everything!
Dave: [Laughing.]
Jorge: I’d hate to be that guy.


Nobel Prize to Jorge and Dave? No.

Knob-el Prize? Perhaps.

You can obseve some other bad analogies on a friend’s page. His name is Dave as well.



The Other Dave

I am surrounded by Daves, and they are all awesome. I plan to have an army of Daves to do my bidding one day. When I shout DAVE! from atop my throne, all Daves will look to me for instruction.

This particular Dave is also a great guy. We spent the last years of University hanging out, developing weird games involving rubber dart guns and Kinder Egg toys. Perhaps one day I’ll regale you with tales of our misdeeds and silliness.

Or not.

We shall see.

Here is his page. It might be out of date, but it still has some cool links on it, as well as cool information.




* – This in and of itself is bad**.
** – Not as bad as driving around Acton***!
*** – Point taken.

Bloggy Interest With More Dialogue Votes

Bloggy Goodness

I’ve been reading this gal‘s blog for some time. Her blog is called Kill the Goat. You should do yourself a favour and read it. I came across a link to her blog in the comments on Dave‘s. This is what greeted me, and I’ve been hooked ever since.

Jay writes for herself. She’s made this perfectly clear. And she really doesn’t give a damn what you think of her writing, as it is all a journey of self (which is as it should be). However, I doubt that there are many that could resist the addictive quality of reading her work.

Go give it a shot!

Incidentally, after I read her blog for the first time, I was tempted to rename mine to Jamie Lite* as a sign of admiration!



Interesting

Do you rememeber that article I wrote about happiness? Check this out.



More Funny Spam Names
Some more names that I found in my inbox of people that might actually exist**


Barely K. Incorporates

Infiltration C. Naturalness



A Non-Dave Dialog

Yes, there are some days where I don’t have witty, sparkling conversation with just Dave. There are others, too!

At our dojo, there is a weekly ritual. On Thursday nights, after the 8:45 PM class, we all go out to the local pub. It’s a great way to get to know the people you train with in another setting.

One of the guys (Christian, who recently requested some hilarious haiku topics) was half in the bag one night.

This is what transpired…


Christian: [Nudging Jorge in the arm.] Dude, check out that chick over there!
Jorge: [Lazily looking around, trying to follow Christian’s shaky pointing job.] Where?
Christian: That one. She is so HOT!
Jorge: [Looks over to where he is pointing and sees his own wife Mrs. J, who happens to be looking away from them.] Christian, that’s my wife.
Christian: [Pauses.] Dude, you are SO lucky.


That is one of the best compliments, I think. I’m not sure what Mrs. Hai-Kuul thinks of it though…



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* – Calling it Jamie Free would have sucked. Who wants to live in a world without Jamie? Not I. No. Not I.
** – Not really