We don't always "celebrate" or anything, but when we have the time to, we try to do something on that date.
We decided to just go grab dinner, but we haven't picked a specific place.
D wanted to go eat in Saint-Constant, which I had no idea why.
He drove on the 132 highway and we go out at some exit to Candiac. We saw some Christmas lights so D turned and it was a skating rink! A very big one, and it's outside.
Just ahead, I saw an unbelievable amount of lights and so I suggested we go see.
This house was overwhelmed by lights!
As it turns out, D wanted to eat at St-Constant only because he wanted to show me this house, since we always cruise around to see the Christmas lights and decorations.
There's a street similar to Tachereau there, with a many restaurants, but nothing really looked appetizing.
Until I saw Madisons! It's kind of similar to The Keg, but D never went there so I thought it would be a good place for him to try out!
Chicken tenders as appetizer!
After that we had to get some papers signed for his dad at the Montreal General Hospital.
On our way, we kind of got lost, and we had to take a route and it had many "caution, deers" signs. It's pretty rare that we can see them, because they don't usually go that far out. Luckily, I saw two!!! So happy!
Anyhow, I have this fear with hospitals... Seeing people on those beds and the packets of blood and sodium water needled in people's arms... It stresses the heck out of me.
The receptionist was also very incompetent. -_-
We asked to sign papers that were proof of his dad's sick days, and she kept on asking us if we had to sign those papers because his dad had to pay the hospital... what the..!
Anyways, it was a total waste of time because she told us to come back another day.
On our way, we kind of got lost, and we had to take a route and it had many "caution, deers" signs. It's pretty rare that we can see them, because they don't usually go that far out. Luckily, I saw two!!! So happy!
Anyhow, I have this fear with hospitals... Seeing people on those beds and the packets of blood and sodium water needled in people's arms... It stresses the heck out of me.
The receptionist was also very incompetent. -_-
We asked to sign papers that were proof of his dad's sick days, and she kept on asking us if we had to sign those papers because his dad had to pay the hospital... what the..!
Anyways, it was a total waste of time because she told us to come back another day.
