Quebec City

A few weekends ago some friends and I went to Quebec City for Carnival. Our first mini-road trip together! Quebec City was beautiful, I felt like I was in Europe again.

One of our main goals on this trip was to find Bonhomme. Or just-- a bon homme.

Highlights of the trip:
-Our plastic trumpets. Which, unfortunately, were lost by the end of the night. But were so awesome while we had them.
-The really trippy Carnival parade. Why were there so many balloon animal formations?
-The outdoor dance party. Only in Canada would you have an outdoor dance party in -25.
-Jean playing the piano for us
-Mini-quiches at 3am
-Singing the car. Trying to think what the songs of our lives would be and just after we got lost in Montreal Blue Rodeo said it best. "When we're lost, we are lost together..."
-Jean trying not to lose us in Montreal and stopping every so often and asking his friends: "Where are the 4 anglophones?!"
-A little Quebecois guy telling us our french accents were "special".
-Looking for Bonhomme. Singing the Bonhomme song. "Bonhomme, bonhomme, bonhomme, bonhomme, bonhomme"

Minorities on Ice

This weekend I took part in a quintessentially Ottawa activity- skating on the canal. The canal runs through town and quite a few people actually skate to work/school when it freezes over in the winter. Some friends and I decided to get out there and skate (my first time in a couple of years). Skating is the one winter activity I can actually sort of do (unlike skiing and snowboarding) so I was in! I did manage to wipe out once while I was trying to talk on my cell phone. I ended up catching my skate in a rut and fully wiping out. As I was attempting to gracefully get up again I heard a lady skate by and say to her friend "Oh, she was on her cell phone". Thanks lady.

As well, my friend Nicole turned and said to me "Aruna, look around, we're the only minorities here, we're surrounded by white people". We then agreed in the future we have to choreograph a "Minorities on Ice" routine. Stay tuned!

Join the Fight Against Terror

My sister and her friends have decided to unleash themselves into the blog-o-sphere. Support them in their quest to "fight terrorists ie. those who hate [their] way of life".

CATTY UNLEASHED

A Labour of Love

It's taken a while, but it's finally off the ground.

Dobre Pivo.

For all those people who are in my heart everytime I have a pivo.

Activate!

So my friend is at a math party for graduate math students. Yes, apparently math grad students do party. She's not in math, but she decides to go to the party anyway. So, there she is in the middle of a conversation with the PRESIDENT of the math society when all of a sudden he stops talking, sticks his fist out, waits for her to offer up hers as well, and then turns it to the side all the while saying- ACTIVATE! He then proceeds to keep talking as if nothing had stopped their conversation. She was a little perplexed but decided to roll with it. Now we all like to start, end, or punctuate conversations with "Activate" and then just keep going as if nothing is out of the ordinary. This picture is of her "activating" with the president of the Math society. Good, clean fun.

Entertainment

By now most of you have probably seen THIS. If you haven't, you should.

But have you seen THIS?

I love youtube.

Cowboys and Indians!

What's the best way to start off the new year? With a grossly politically incorrect party? That's right!! Cowboys, Indians, and Indians (dot or feather).

Here's a shot of some of the brave people that came out to this party. Notice, they are all dressed up. Theme parties are so awesome. Even Skully came out to play!

My friend Jean came all the way from Quebec City JUST for the party. He makes a good horse. I was dressed in a "fusion" costume with elements of cowgirl, Indian with a dot, and Indian with a feather.















Here are some of the ladies with one of the hunkiest men at the party. Nitin is from India/NY and works at IBM. He really loves his mustache, tucking in his shirt, pulling his pants up really high, and greasily side parting his hair.


Great party. Top memories include backing it up on the dance floor, cowboys whining about feeling objectified when we ripped their shirts off, people shooting each other with darts (plastic), arrows, and toy guns, line dancing, singing Bohemian Rhapsody, lassoing each other, dance-offs, and the police stopping by.