Last night we celebrated the burial of bachelorhood of our friend John, who married in two weeks. After taking a drink with us (the very good "Elixir of last resort," concocted by Nancy), we subjected to John a pre-nuptial investigation, homemade version of the popular "Wedding Game" where he would tell us he thought her boyfriend Francis had answered questions on subjects as funny (which John speaks with her pussy Odile) deep (What makes John a good partner?). John is worthy of "bonus-dollars" that could spend as he wishes in a sex-shop chic Greber Boulevard in Pointe-Gatineau. After John had spent his fortune, we headed to an institution of our beloved city: the famous "wheel and pot", well known for its fondues and raclette but also because it is a formula restaurant " BYOW. The people are therefore often quite drunk and playful. I thought we were alone yesterday as the summer is not the time where we usually want to recreate le cocooning à la Suisse. Mais non, c'était plein à craquer. Nous avons bien mangé, bien bu et surtout beaucoup parlé. Jean remarquait que le sien était sans doute l'enterrement de vie de garçon le plus profond de l'histoire... Nous avons parlé du couple (y allant de nos conseils au futur marié), mais aussi de nos expériences de rejet au secondaire. A un moment donné, je me suis tournée la tête et j'ai remarqué qu'il ne restait presque personne dans le resto. Que j'aime ces soupers où le temps file si vite, tant la conversation est intéressante. Nous nous sommes dirigés vers le lieu où aurait lieu la finale de la célébration. Non, non, nous ne sommes pas allés in a gogo bar. Instead, we ended the evening at the famous Pop-O-Bar Boulevard Greber.
was my third visit to this veritable institution tip-Gatineau. Each time, it's the same thing: I feel farther from home than in the more exotic corners where I had the chance to set foot. In India, Haiti, Mexico, I was closer to my roots that Pop-O-Bar in my city. Is that because I'm Snobbs? A little, sure. But it is also something else. I do not know 
not sure what, sitting at a table in front of the stage, after drinking a shot of Sour Puss, I understand a little better feeling experienced by a Tunisian immigrant frankly landed in Quebec in the month of January. Around us, guys who have Harley coats, girls who would love to look like Marie-Chantale Toupin, old gentlemen who are looking to dance the lambada with girls 3o years younger, a guy who stoned trying to make something that looks like Break Dance. We see in all colors. Especially neon, I'd say. Why go out there? It is a very good question. This is not because we feel it in our place, anyway.
not sure what, sitting at a table in front of the stage, after drinking a shot of Sour Puss, I understand a little better feeling experienced by a Tunisian immigrant frankly landed in Quebec in the month of January. Around us, guys who have Harley coats, girls who would love to look like Marie-Chantale Toupin, old gentlemen who are looking to dance the lambada with girls 3o years younger, a guy who stoned trying to make something that looks like Break Dance. We see in all colors. Especially neon, I'd say. Why go out there? It is a very good question. This is not because we feel it in our place, anyway. How you describe the place? Pop-O-Bar specializes in Karaoke. What is more surprising is that the vast majority of singers have very beautiful voice. Some may be in without blushing auditioned for Star Academy. Only they are not young and have all the "experience". The girls are not thin, guys are not metrosexuals. They are 35, 45 and even 60 years. It is obvious that they are prepared and they all have their "hit" they sing, week after week. What they do have time? They are waitresses, they are committed. But Friday, the Pop-O-bar, they morph into Celine, Marie-Chantale in Boom or Marjo. And they are beautiful to behold. Their youthful dream reborn l'espace de quelques minutes où ils sont les rois et les reines de la scène et où ils semblent si heureux de "Voir le monde briller devant moé", pour paraphraser la très populaire "Chicane".
C'est peut-être pour cela que nous y retournons. Bien sûr, l'étude sociologique est fascinante: c'est à la fois intéressant et déstabilisant de se sentir si loin de chez soi, à 10 minutes de la maison. Mais je crois que si nous aimons nous retrouver au Pop-O-Bar, c'est que le show y est objectivement bon, malgré les cernes en dessous des yeux des uns et les robes plus ou moins seyantes des autres. L'étincelle au fond des yeux de ces "Star d'un soir" qui chantent hit them alone is worth the trip. And it was cool to see our John (who was quite drunk) singing proudly in front of a captivated audience (nous!) what will be the song of her first dance at her wedding.
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