Le Post!

[haverhal]

Thanks to a Deux Ex Machina in the form of my Grandma Marcia, I was whisked to Canada for three fun filled days by Continental Airlines.  There is just way too much to tell for me to use paragraph format… so here you go.

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Poutine

[edisk1353]

Halli, I know about the unfortunate gravy accident that took the other three members of your family in 1992. That's why I never use the phrase "on the gravy train" around you; I know how painful it would be to dredge up old memories like that. And I understand that you still have gravy-related nightmares and that you have trouble looking at anything brown.

Really, in demanding that you try poutine, I was hoping that you'd be able to conquer your old nemesis; that you'd finally be in a near certain position of power over gravy and could look at it and chortle with the knowledge that it would soon be destroyed by you and your powerful digestive juices. Apparently I was wrong.

If anyone else is reading this: Honestly, poutine was created by God in 1950. Then He realized it wasn't good enough for Americans and gave it to the Quebecois. Vive le Québec libre! Ostie! Tabarnak!

Re: Poutine

[edisk1353]

Er, meant that it was too good for Americans. Perhaps it's hard for a leopard to hide its spots (or for a poutine to hide its cheese curds). I guess I'm just . . . hold on, what's that? . . .

U S A!!!
U S A!!!
U S A!!!

Sorry, had to support our troops there for a second.