Im drinking.....

la fin du monde and Im feelin pretty buzzed right now off one bottle......

how are yall doin?

 

Sleepy...1:40am Here...

Maybe I Should Go Sleeps Now...

Ah...Warm Snuggly Bed...

 

Good stuff innit?

Can you get La Maudite, and Eau Benite as well>?

 

yes, they had 4 different types of unibroue there, I picked la fin du monde, because its the one I most heard about (through pressed rat)... Im sure I will eventually try the other ones. Im not quite sure what the others were called, I suppose that it could be what you mentioned

 

hell, yea, man -- La Fin du Monde is one of the best things to ever come from Quebec (that and the Nordiques moving to Denver)

 

Eau Benite means "Holy Water"
La Maudite means "the God damned"
Fin du Monde means "End of the world"

If you notice on the label of "La Maudite" you'll see the devil and some guys rowing a canoe through the air. This is based on a Quebecois folk tale.

If you're interested I'll tell it.
.

 

I'm interested.

 

sure, Im all ears man.

 

Tomorrow. No time tonight.

 

Ive been wanting to drink recently but havent cause I might just fuck the big girl down the street from me and id have to kill myslef if I remembered it.

 

Drink enough and you won't remember a thing, man.

 

I'm feeling very lazy... I was supposed to study and do dishes tonight, and instead I napped and played guild wars

 

Wow same for me ihmurria...except for the guild wars thing. I sewed myself a purse. I am somehow so much more productive when I should be doing something else. And I get a sick satisfaction from procrastinating; it's awful.

 

haha, me too... I actually had a bunch of things I was gonna do today taht I didn't. I felt pretty gross, hence the napping. but I was supposed to do dishes, do laundry, vacuum, study for finance and get a start on my statistics homework too. ah well, fin can wait til tomorrow, same for dishes and vacuuming, I've got wed night after work to do stats homework

 

Back in the day a LONG time ago in Quebec, the main industry was fur trapping. The men would carry (portage) canoes over their shoulders overland and then use the canoe when and where they found water. The best furs were found in the most remote, coldest parts so they'd travel in winter. (These were called Voyageurs, "travellers")

Three men and their canoe were sitting in a snow storm, far, far, from home, utterly depressed. The trapping had NOT gone well, and as a result, they had ventured further and further and now there was NO way they would get home for Christmas. So they stayed where they were, cursing that they'd ventured so far. Maudlin and drunk on the evening of Christmas Eve, one of them stood and said "I would practically sell my SOUL to the DEVIL to get home tonight!"

So naturally, before the others could stop him, he'd said those words, and out of the shadows stepped a tall, thin man, well dressed, whose hooves melted the snow as he walked. For someone to appear out of the bush in the middle of nowhere at night would be scary enough, but the men knew who this was, and began to cross themselves, cursing the vain words of the man who had made such a rash statement.

"Please, you can stop that. I am not here for your souls. They must be freely given, and you have not yet made such an offer. Nor, do I believe, will you. However, I love games of chance, as do all men, who whether they formally gamble or not take risks and ventures in their various enterprises and love at least a certain risk for a certain reward. So I make this proposal to you."

The men murmured to each other.

"I will allow your canoe to be rowed through the air as easily as through water. If you row as you are wont to do on the rivers, you will be in Montreal and with your families in time for the midnight mass. However, should you collide with a cross en route, your souls are immediately mine."

(NOTA BENE: Montreal is called the city of 1,000 steeples for a reason. After a cholera epidemic, they built churches EVERYWHERE and the skyline has a giant cross on Mount Royal. It would be like suggesting you drive somewhere without running into a Starbucks in Seattle, but worse.)

The men conferred. They were being offered a ride home in time to be with family on Christmas. And yet, the journey would be perilous, and they were not merely risking their lives on the rivers but their very souls.

Finally, they decided to trust in their skill and accepted the offer. The devil closed his eyes and chanted some words and the canoe began to hover. Quickly packing up their belongings and boarding the canoe, the men realised that the devil was true to his word and that they could row the canoe exactly as how they could control the canoe in water.

Flying furiously through the night, they kept the canoe high and their eyes open. Seeing the lights of Montreal in the distance, they cheered and forgot their previous fear.

However, as they approached Montreal proper, a vicious fog crept up and obscured all. In a blind panic, one man tried to maintain course, the other two tried to turn back, and the canoe spun.... slamming into a steeple, complete with its dooming crucifix.

The canoe fell from the air like a stone. Crashing to the ground, unhurt yet alive, the men wondered why they were in Montreal on Christmas Eve and not in hell.

The answer swiftly came as the Devil walked up to them, and as they quaked in fear and awaited him to collect on his bargain, he simply smiled, shook his head and said "no, gentlemen, I will not collect on this bet. Your soul is still in the hands of God. Merry Christmas, to all of you. Hurry back to your families. Your wives and children miss you terribly, and there is time to join them in time for Mass."

Which is proof positive that even Satan has a heart on Christmas, and that the spirit of love and charity of the holidays can touch us all.

 

Whoa iron goth was that necessary?

 

Hiro: please read page 1

I said "If you notice on the label of "La Maudite" you'll see the devil and some guys rowing a canoe through the air. This is based on a Quebecois folk tale.

If you're interested I'll tell it."

And others said "I'm interested." (lace_and_feet) and "sure, Im all ears man." (madcrappie)

 

I am on page one..... I expected you to tell a story but fuck that was really a story.

 

Well?

That's the story the label is based on. It's a very old, famous in Quebec folk tale.

 

Interesting