tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20006819.post1407427481992470999..comments2023-08-03T08:31:54.699-04:00Comments on whomunculus: The DependablesS'Mathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11561023888146551945noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20006819.post-86845895188489735342007-02-21T13:58:00.000-05:002007-02-21T13:58:00.000-05:00lindz - nice to see you back in blog! That was the...lindz - nice to see you back in blog! That was the night exactly.. It was Matt Burns who was called the King by the JVT crew. Yes, they were the micro-loaners. The one on Pins is run by beetlenut (sp?) chewers. I think anything might be possible there.<BR/><BR/>Jordan - YES. That one was my local last year.. It's on St. Urb and Rach. Many years ago, I bought a 1.5 Oz. there for $110. Yo Mamma, eh? They <I>did</I> have a point...S'Mathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11561023888146551945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20006819.post-1994299797593952132007-02-16T15:03:00.000-05:002007-02-16T15:03:00.000-05:00Yes, dep stories! There was one strange night whe...Yes, dep stories! There was one strange night when I was at a party at Matt Walker's house on St. Urbain up near St. Joseph. We ran out of booze at midnight (?...yep, a BFS party) so Walker and I decided to try the portugese dep on Rachel and St. Urbain (or Clark?). There were about a half dozen portugeezers (aged 40 to 55ish) who I believe had recently discovered the epithetical "your momma". When we asked if we could purchase some wine, one of the elders responded with a portugese phrase that included the words "your momma", and the whole group (who were sitting on overturned buckets and milk crates, of course) was buckled over laughing hysterically. This happened three or four times during the transaction...Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07745929444696439134noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20006819.post-43116641676912338232007-02-13T16:43:00.000-05:002007-02-13T16:43:00.000-05:00Nono...that banishment from Couche Tard...Eve, you...Nono...that banishment from Couche Tard...Eve, you weren't there that night. That was the night that I found God in the fridge.<BR/>Kim was in Boston, you were maybe in Quebec City with your parents (?) and Tom, Steve, Ali and I spent a large part of the night reading non-existant graffiti on the brick wall outside of our house and staring alternatively at fuzz on the tv and the Uma Thurman/Pulp Fiction poster that had become 3 dimensional in our state of "altered"??-ness??<BR/>And Tom...the Dep on Sherbrooke that offers microloans...are you speaking of our dep that gave us that infamous loan?? And if so, who did they call "King"?<BR/>And another thing about the deps with code words...you can always pick them out because the only thing they have on their shelves (other than beer) are two packages of digestive cookies from 1965 and a tin of sardines from World War II rations. I'm thinking of the Dep on Pins right around the corner from where J&J used to live. <BR/>Awww, Coco....Lin-Zedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15439678595621816064noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20006819.post-408981185038209602007-02-12T21:21:00.000-05:002007-02-12T21:21:00.000-05:00indie - too funny that place. kinda institutionali...indie - too funny that place. kinda institutionalized the word for me really.<BR/><BR/>sparky - microclimate is exactly that, i've never really belonged (almost wrote bolognaed there) to any community (in the authentic sense of the word)... this is as close as i've ever come to seeing it in action (like visiting an historically recreated medieval village or something).<BR/><BR/>Paggers - Same dude was the goliath who banished us... I wish he'd given US airplane rides instead!<BR/><BR/>Eve - Awwwww, Coco...S'Mathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11561023888146551945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20006819.post-19320336931833469432007-02-12T10:27:00.000-05:002007-02-12T10:27:00.000-05:00Aw, Coco...She was not the kind of dog you could b...Aw, Coco...She was not the kind of dog you could bring into any establishment with food in it.<BR/><BR/>And I remember the Couche Tard experience in the retelling moments afterwards. Was your banishment enforced?Evehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03438920506463041744noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20006819.post-86455943573943244002007-02-11T10:08:00.000-05:002007-02-11T10:08:00.000-05:00if you're talking about the couche tard i'm thinki...if you're talking about the couche tard i'm thinking of, i was one of those residents in a robe buying 3 boxes of KD at 4:30 in the morning. the big tall arabic guy who works there once came around the counter and lifted me so high up above his head and wouldn't put me down! thanks for reminding me of that... i'd forgotten.Amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07844336789143848500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20006819.post-51812618498467996912007-02-11T01:09:00.000-05:002007-02-11T01:09:00.000-05:00Love it...but I gotta say, there's lots of experie...Love it...but I gotta say, there's lots of experience logged at uptown deps here. Southside (Verdun, PSC, St. Henri) they're even more fundamental to the microclimate and well sometimes, just bizarre...Sparkyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06529090647215907920noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20006819.post-75209355031596782662007-02-10T05:55:00.000-05:002007-02-10T05:55:00.000-05:00I will never forget the night of poonany juice!!! ...I will never forget the night of poonany juice!!! I almost couldn't believe I'd heard what I heard. But hell after seeing the guillotine at the end of the counter, I just let it roll... Only in a dep.Indiana Jameshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17773296726763525533noreply@blogger.com