Party too Hardy – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday, my peeps!  You know what that means, right?  That’s right. It’s Friday Fictioneers time.  I had a whole ‘nother idea planned out for this picture but reality butted its head in and took over. So. No fiction this week (yeah, yeah, I know, I rarely do pure fiction). This happened last Saturday at work.  Always thanks go to Rochelle for keeping us coming back week after week and to Fatima Fakier Deria for her photo.

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Party Too Hardy

Pat got louder and friendlier with each drink consumed. He paid for rounds and his circle got bigger. Nothing like free drinks to cement a friendship, eh? Just when things were getting a little too wild, the lights came on and the music was silenced. The circle broke up and they swayed their way to the stairway.

Resigned, Pat followed them, lost his footing on the third stair and tumbled down the remaining fifteen, landing head-first into the receptionist’s desk.

His blood was spattered everywhere. Despite his protests, we called the ambulance.

Some parties are harder to work than others.



Leaving the building…

*It turned out to be quite the scary thing. The guy went from arguing he was fine while letting my coworkers clean him up and wrap his head wound (myself running up and down the stairs getting ice and cold wet cloths), to vomiting, to losing consciousness. Keeping him awake by slapping his chest and calling out to him to stay with us made the less-than thirty-minute ordeal feel like hours.  Hopefully, the first and last time I am witness to such.


Girls Night Out

You, my readers, know by now how much I love to go see plays and ballets and musicals, et al, alone, if need be, or preferably, with friends.  Julie has become my “go-to cultural buddy” through chance and happenstance.  Giselle heard about our little outings and wanted in so, from now on, when I see something I want to go to, out goes the invite to both ladies.  When I heard about “Come From Away”, there was no way in hell I was missing it. So… we went last Thursday. All three of us!

Underground parking makes our lives easier because we can leave our coats in the car (right, GiGi?) and wander through the Complexe Desjardins, grab a bite to eat, then go through a tunnel to the Place des Arts venue.  At this time of the year, the Complexe does a beauty of a job in decorating. There is always the Christmas train that bring the little ones for a tour.

The fountain gets all prettied up and spurts to music and Santa awaits behind a bedazzled maze,


There was a hockey game that night as well as various shows going on in PdA so the Baton Rouge restaurant was full. We were told it would only be about 30 minutes so we had time to sip on a Bloody Caesar while we waited.  We shared an appetizer of delicious, perfectly cooked calamari and then each took a tuna power bowl (poke bowl) which was ridiculously delicious.

Then it was off to Place des Arts, the lare Wilfried-Laurier theatre where our seats were up in the balcony (nosebleeders, though first row).


My friend Cathy also got tickets to take her mom but was further down the row. (We had hoped they could be closer!) So, I stole her picture from FB 😉  You don’t mind, do you, Cathy?

Not only did I get a chance to say hello, Cathy brought me a gift from her trip down (up?) to Newfoundland this past summer! A ‘Come From Away’ chocolate bar.  C’mon! It was delicious…

The show was amazing. Just a quick synopsis:  This is the story of the 38 planes, with a total of 7,000 passengers, who landed in the tiny town of Gander, NF (population 9,000) following the 9/11 attacks. These are all true stories used to build this musical. It was funny, sad, touching, and joyful.  And don’t we all know what we were doing when we heard?

Here is a video of the performance of the opening song at the Olivier Awards.  I’ve included it so you can enjoy the fabulous Newfie accent as well a quick intro to how this all came to being. By the way, you’re a Come From Away when you are from somewhere else 😉

The cast:

And just a little something, something. At the end, the musicians stayed behind and played this little jig..

We left the theatre with huge smiles on our faces, returning to Complexe Desjardins just as a light show was going on…

What a great evening.  We need to do it again soon.


Weekend Writing Prompt #134 – Morphology

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend.  How you use the prompt is up to you.  Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like.  Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise.  If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments.

Word Prompt



Boy, she really knows how to picke ’em, our Sammi, eh? My attempts to use this word in a reasonable manner…


My body’s morphology has left me musing

Where once I lamented my youthful form

So strong and able

Jumping high and running fast

I now appreciate my present form

Reshaped by life’s journey

Stronger and more capable

Artistic License – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #55

Alrighty then… Over time, this challenge has come to mean a way for me to get out some old (or not so old) photos and try to match them to Crispina‘s.  Then write a story to go with.  This one didn’t quite work out for me.  However, I have taken artistic license and since there are no rules besides not going past 150 words… A little silly never hurt anyone, right?

Artistic License

Didja get the plan I gave ya?

I shore did.

And, you think you are following it?

I shore am.

Really? Do you see a house in my picture?

No, but—

Do you see a fence in my picture?

No, but those posts look like an unfinished—

Do you think you are still following the plan?

Well, no. BUT.  I thought I’d use a little artistic license.

We cannot do our ritual in the place you have chosen.

Why not?

First off, the circle is unfinished.

I know, I was going to get to that before you arrived.

And that’s not how it’s done. It needs to have more of ‘henge’ feeling so not a fence, just the posts.

But this looks rustic, no?

Yeah, it’s lovely for a home.

I thought it rather nice.

Still, we can’t do our ritual here.

Why not?

We’ll wake the neighbours!


Deciding Not to Decide – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday for Friday, my Peeps.  It’s that time of the week where the loyal crew gathers to create a 100-word story based on a photo supplied to or ursurped by the lovely Rochelle, our wonderful boss of us. This week is c.e.ayr’s photo.  Do click on the frog below to add your own or to read the others… Have a lovely day!!


©c.e. ayr

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Deciding Not to Decide

This dance was endless. Not a dance, come to think of it.  There was no flow, no joining of two bodies in a smooth, rhythmic, circular pattern. It was more of a tug of war:  the one trying to take over the other.  It was rather painful to watch.

“You need to stop going ‘round in circles and work together or, as my dad used to say ‘shit or get off the pot’ because what you are doing now?  It ain’t working and is causing you nothing but grief.”

They both knew it.  This was easier than making a decision.


The SPAM Files

Might become a series, might not. I shall see 😉

I was doing that fun job of emptying my SPAM folder here on WordPress. It is amazing (read: annoying) just how many land in there. And heaven help us if we don’t go through it regularly (at least once per day if not more).  I made the mistake of missing a couple of days.  Matter of fact, I started this here post with the nine I had “saved” before supper. When I came back, I was up to 28.  Jayzus.

Anyhoo, that is neither here nor there. After flushing the twelve pages (yes, twelve) of offers for this drug or that one; warnings about this or that malady, the Russian-Who-Knows-What-the-Hell and the offers for porn, I found myself with a few comments that looked like they could have been from real followers.  Followers whose comments end up in SPAM through no fault of anyone’s but WordPress’ aleatory decision.  They were not.  This is what they were:

outline for writing an argumentative essay told me:  You commit an error. I can defend the position. This was for my poem “Highs and Lows” – which means, I guess, that I may not feel what I felt when I wrote about Mick’s presence being felt at all gatherings? I feel I am no longer certain.

the 5 step essay writing process told me:  Excellent. For my post “Fête Nationale au Québec” – where I explain the June 24th holiday celebrated here in Quebec and in a few French speaking areas.  At least this one garnered approval, right?

independent essay writing question toefl told me:  I here am casual, but was specially registered at a forum to participate in discussion of this question. – for my post “Friday without Plans” – a silly post about going with the flow, weeds, flowers, stuff.  Not sure what they mean. Maybe I need to join a special forum to deal with this?


writing study abroad essay told me:  This variant does not approach me. Who else, what can prompt? for my post “Top of the Hill – What Pegman Saw” – A little story taking place in The Lake District of England about two people meeting at the top of a hill. This was a prompt post – apparently not a good one or maybe this story didn’t resonate. I’m not sure… it happens. We can’t please everyone…

writing good opening sentence for essay asked me:  Analogues are available? for my post “Advent Calendar – Day 24” where I introduce Yesterday and Today:  Merril’s Historial Musings – Hmmm… I dunno. I’ll have to ask Merril’s opinion on this one. Merril? Are analogues (sic) available? 😉

harvard summer school writing college essay exclaimed:  Here so history! for my post “Fun Night With the Piano Guys” I dunno… does nine years in business warrant being part of history already? Maybe these peeps foresee that these guys will make history or are making history. They are right, actually. These guys are fabulous.

essay writing format for high school students said:  So happens. Let’s discuss this question. for my post “A Better Plan – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #23” – about a couple spicing up their love life.  Maybe these peeps think I need therapy. I’ll consider it even though I think Bill and Gin are onto something…

And finally:

what is the big picture when writing an essay who apparently needs more deets:  I apologise, but you could not paint little bit more in detail. This for my post “Disturbed to Centred” – Maybe I should have given even more details, though these posts of mine tend to already be wordy. Maybe they didn’t understand what I meant about going from being frazzled to calm via a nice walk with Zeke and a chat with my new friend Marco. Not sure.


You may have noticed that all these “writers” have one thing in common.  They are all seemingly attempting to write essays.  Should I help them?




Weekend Writing Prompt #133 – Longevity

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend.  How you use the prompt is up to you.  Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like.  Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise.  If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments.  Thank you, Sammi for hosting this wonderful challenge.

Word Prompt




What determines longevity, in




Including, but not limited to




At what point can we declare we have reached it?

It is an arbitrary number, depending on the subject

Or situation

Our desire for things to last

Seems to go against today’s practices

It is not good for business for things to last

When did longevity take a backseat to disposability?

How awful when applied

To love

To passion

To People