The Minutes

Minutes: Anne and Diane hit Quebec


Anne, I think I going to just use my instincts, my intuition.
Oh Great. Lost again.

Getting up, in a word, Freezing. We were close to Edmonston NB = minus one degree….Burr its cold kids.

Leaving Charlottetown is a breeze. Off to New Brunswick and to Quebec. No Problem

Get to Hotel, Comfort Inn. Very nice but no BAR. No booze did we bring. The staff told us to go to the Service Station. Hah. We did get a beer. Well, you would not believe it. The men were dirty, longhair and Diane watched the men coming out of the washroom zipping up. If they had of been cute okay, but they were bad and no buns to boot.

Off to bed and right to sleep. One thirty and the snoring began. It was BAD. Not me, it was Diane. Until three in the am. Then she jumps up at six for a smoke. Downstairs she trots. Well the night is over. Then the cold. Freezing. Frost and it is still August.

Breakfast at the hotel and then off to find Kirk in Quebec City. We had the map, what could go wrong. Not too much, a few wrong turns and finally we were there. We had a viewing of Kirk and Fabiene’s home, said hello to Jake (Mastiff Dog about 100 pounds) and we were off once more. We found a mall and had a bite and then headed for Isle d’ Orleans. Found the Room and Board home, which is something else. The floors are Marble. Then there are the rules of the bloody house.

First, take off your shoes before coming in on the Marble Floors. Okay, we can live with that. Up to the Room, nice but no TV, no internet without paying ten bucks, get real no way, and the rules go on.

Please remove the bedspread before lying on the bed.

Do not, I repeat, do use massage oils on yourself they ruin our sheets.

Do not smoke or light candles for safety reasons.

Please use a soft voice and close door gently.

Please use the shower before 11 pm for everyone’s peace of mind.

Do not run water needless we are not linked to the water system.

Enjoy your stay.

Park in a straight line.

Don’t fart in Hall.

Dinner was wonderful. We ate at Moulin St. Laurent.

Wedding Saturday at three. Have to be dressed and our before ll. We plan to go to a vineyard. Sample many wines at noon. May pick up some cheese and bread.

Tonight we felt like a drink. However, could not find a pub. Therefore, we went to the grocery store, brought four Caesars, went to the yacht club parking lot, and drank in the car. Takes me back a few years, quite a few years.

Today the highlight was St. Anne Beaupre; we were healed, and have the pictures to prove it. Diane and I are both walking with a little lilt to our step. It might not be permanent, but the purchase of the rosaries might be the reason. Oh yeah, it could also be the booze.

We also paid sixteen dollars to go to the Cinerama of Jerusalem and I may no longer be a Buddhist. I may convert to Islam. In addition, I still did not buy the binoculars’. You had to be there. Diane continues to be atheists.

Diane had to pump her own gas and clean her own windows and put air in her tires. Word is out that the Irving’s are looking to hook her up.

Well Renee` (B& B Proprietor) redeemed herself this morning with a three-course breakfast. The presentation was wonderful, all foods came from the Island, and the table was set with a formal yet elegant flare. Fresh raspberries and pear with freshly squeezed apple juice. Next, was a fresh croissant with an egg dish, and then came the freshly heated apple muffin topped with whipped cream with chocolate dripping on the plate. Lots of hot coffee and Diane and Anne were in heaven.

Diane was up and out driving around the island this morning at 6 am. She was stopping at various places trying to get a coffee. Oops, we forgot to change our watches. My God gang she was out at 5. Hahahahah. Aren’t we smart.

We now have to dress for the wedding at 9:30 because we have to check out of the B&B and Renee` does not want us coming back to change. Can you believe it?

Okay news flash. After being silly at Saint Anne d’Beaupre, ` my leg and knee kept me up all night. So I may have to go back and beg forgiveness on bended knee. I notice Diane isn’t jumping around too much either so she may have to come back with me.

We did a tour of the Island this morning and then Diane had me at the church over an hour early. I thought I was prompt. Finally, it was time for the wedding to begin. Well the Bride was too beautiful for words and the groom was handsome. The wedding was just lovely and soon it was time for Diane and Anne to head to the Chateau Frontenac. We were so damn proud that we were able to get to the hotel in great time. We drove up to the entrance and Diane announced to Anne. “Oh my God I think I booked our reservations at the Chateau Laurie.”
“What the hell are you talking about” I asked.
“I meant to make them here but for some reason I think I booked at the wrong hotel.”
“Where the hell is the Laurier, I cried.
“I have no idea” she replied.
“Shit” was my reply.
In goes Diane to the Frontenac and after a short while, she comes out and announces all is well. The Frontenac cancelled the Laurier and we got a great room. Whew.
Diane headed off to the reception and I headed off to old Quebec. Getting down was a snap and getting back up was a killer.

Anyone talking to Barbie tell her I ate at the little Bistro across from the Frontenac. She will remember it well.

Now I am back with my Frontenac Bathrobe on, have rum and coke, typing this note and watching TV. In case you haven’t noticed, I am very multi talented.

Diane is still at the reception, I’m enjoying myself, and we will see you all later.

Please accept these minutes as read and if there are any error or emission, to hell with it.