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Lights and Heights

I’ve been seeing these ads for the annual Festival des Lumieres with the tag line “To boost your morale!”, because you know, February sucks. But it doesn’t really suck, at least not for me, but then again, February is generally perceived as a sucky no-light month (even though the days are getting longer). Which is why they set up these “festivals of light” festivals.

So last week on my way home from the office I found myself walking by the site and saw this:flacid plastic reflectors

Was this part of the festival? Because looking at these limp plastic reflectors dangling in the wind made me want to kill myself. Or at least leave the site as soon as possible.

Anyway, it turns out that I was completely wrong. When Sue asked if I wanted to go for Chinese Dumplings and then check out the festival afterwards, I realized that the flaccid display of  suicide inducing lights were part of another, less popular festival.

At the actual festival we watched people slide on the awesome electric ice slide/luge (and watch/listen to some band perform in the background).

montreal light festival ice slide 2012

You can also go on the illuminated ferris wheel and swear like a motherfucker when it stops on top because even though you’re not afraid of heights, you are totally afraid of heights and the instance of the word ‘fuck’ persists as the fucking thing goes higher and fucking higher and fucking stops on top and sways and creaks like the rickety thing was built in Soviet era Russia. Fuck.

illuminated ferris wheel

The fucking view!
On the ferris wheel

You also get to spend $2.50 for 5 marshmallows and a stick!
expensive marshmallowsMarshmallows. The gooey burnt taste of your childhood.Highly recommended if only to remind you that roasted marshmallows sound a lot better than they actually are.

 

 

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  • http://injaynesworld.blogspot.com/ Jayne

    It looks beautiful and fun — except for the fucking ferris wheel part.   No way!    And I always burn the crap out of my mouth with roasted marshmallows.  Wait.  Which part did I think was fun again?    Oh, yeah.   The lights and music.   I hope there was at least a faint smell of weed in the air.  ;)

  • Nonamedufus

    Gee, looks like I picked the wrong weekend to visit Montreal. Last weekend we stayed at Madonna’s hotel and went out for dinner to Sho-dan, that Japanese restaurant. Had a great time.

  • http://zivainferno.blogspot.com Ziva

    $2.50 for 5 marshmallows and a stick? I’m so there! I’m not getting on the fucking ferris wheel, though.

  • http://artofbeingconflicted.com Cheryl P.

    Festivals….I love festivals.  I am even game to get on the ferris wheel.    I never see outdoor festivals here in the dead of winter, but I think one that has a marshmallow roast would be worthy of getting out for.

  • http://beetle-blog.com/ babs (beetle)

    Glad you had fun – Ferris Wheel aside.  I have never and will never ride a Ferris Wheel, or much else at a funfair actually.  I do love festivals though.

  • http://www.stubbornfool.com/ Shawn

    From Mike’s description of the Ferris Wheel, there may have been the faint smell of excrement in the air.

  • http://www.doorinface.wordpress.com Nora Blithe

    You know a lot about cheese but you don’t know much about roasted marshmallows because they are totally awesome.  Tota-freaking-ly awesome. 

  • http://www.weworkforcheese.com/ Mike

    There actually was, and the smell was not faint at all!

  • http://www.weworkforcheese.com/ Mike

    The festival is still going on, so you can always come again this weekend. Yeah, Sho-Dan is pretty good. A bunch of new Japanese restos have opened recently as well.

  • http://www.weworkforcheese.com/ Mike

     It literally creaked. A lot!

  • http://www.weworkforcheese.com/ Mike

    Getting on a ferris wheel in winter is generally NOT a good idea. It was cold on top, but it could have been a lot worse. This hasn’t been a normal February.

  • http://www.weworkforcheese.com/ Mike

     Thankfully that was the only ride. There was also a good variety of food and drink. Not your typical carnival food fare.

  • http://www.weworkforcheese.com/ Mike

    I know. Thing is, the outer roasted shell kind of sickens me, but I sort of like the inner goo and I have to eat through the shell to get to it, but by the time I do that I’m sort of grossed out by it and can’t fully enjoy the inner goo.

  • http://mommamiameaculpa.com meleahrebeccah

    “You can also go on the illuminated ferris wheel and swear like a
    motherfucker when it stops on top because even though you’re not afraid
    of heights, you are totally afraid of heights and the instance of the
    word ‘fuck’ persists as the fucking thing goes higher and fucking higher
    and fucking stops on top and sways and creaks like the rickety thing
    was built in Soviet era Russia. Fuck”

    I AM CRACKING THE FUCK UP! AHAHHAHAHAHhHHAhhHAHhahha

  • Nonamedufus

    Madonna’s hotel – just so you know I haven’t lost it – was Vogue. Nice spot.

  • Nonamedufus

    It was my attempt at humour.

  • http://www.humorsmith.com HumorSmith

    Thanks for the light touch, Mike. But then I’ve always thought you were lightly touched. As I thought Nicky wrote this, you may take offense at my statement. Which is good because it means I haven’t lost my touch. *whistles*

  • http://www.weworkforcheese.com/ Mike

    It’s all true! Ferris wheels freak me out, especially when they creak.

  • http://mommamiameaculpa.com meleahrebeccah

    Oh, I hear that. You couldn’t PAY me to ride one of those.

  • http://tattytiara.blogspot.com/ Tattytiara

    Fifty cents a marshmallow?  I am SO in the wrong business.

  • http://if-i-were-god-or-had-his-powers.blogspot.com/ If I were god…

    Yes, roasted marshmellows are all about the experience not the flavor.
    Like oral sex. (admit it)

  • http://www.weworkforcheese.com/ Mike

     Thanks, HS. Just to keep things interesting, my next post is going to super dark and depressing.

  • http://www.weworkforcheese.com/ Mike

     I thought the exact same thing.  But what the hell am I doing actually BUYING them?

  • http://www.weworkforcheese.com/ Mike

    Well the way I see it…oh hey! Look at the time! I am totally late for work all of a sudden!

  • http://if-i-were-god-or-had-his-powers.blogspot.com/ If I were god…

    Reminds me of Adam Sandler’s Hannucha (or however it’s spelled) Song.
    “…the Festival of Lights.  Instead of one day, we get eight crazy nights…”

  • http://www.stubbornfool.com/ Shawn

    And it both cases, isn’t it annoying when the marshmallows get stuck in your teeth?

  • http://www.stubbornfool.com/ Shawn

    I remember going to Belmont Park, I think the year before it closed, there was only three other people there, so I got to ride on the Til-a-Whirl Stomach Churner over and over. And I was fine. And then as soon as I got on the Ferris Wheel, the slow moving Ferris Wheel, I got sick as a dog.

  • Lindamedrano

    February is the worst month for me too.  I need light and next month will be better.  Marshmallows are yucky.  When did you start saying “fuck” all the time?  I fucking hate heights too.  You’d never catch me on a ferris wheel.

  • http://prosaicshadesofgray.com/ KZ

    Lovely pictures, and a hilarious recap.  I especially enjoyed your take on roasted marshmallows.  It’s good to hear that you were able to boost your morale beneath all of those moody blue lights.

  • http://www.weworkforcheese.com/ Mike

     My last memory of Belmont Park is the Rotor. That freaky centrifugal force rotator where you get stuck to the wall when the floor drops away. Definitely a Vomitastic ride.

  • http://www.weworkforcheese.com/ Mike

     Oh I tend to say fuck more frequently when I get excited about something. I just don’t usually use it gratuitously when I write. But the word can be really fucking effective, no?

  • http://www.weworkforcheese.com/ Mike

     Thanks KZ! Sometimes the disgusting can be inspiring.

  • mikewjattoomanymornings

    I felt that way during my experimental phase in college, too, Mike.

  • mikewjattoomanymornings

    As opposed to creaking non-literally?

  • mikewjattoomanymornings

    Ferris wheels also freak me out, especially when they collapse without warning.

  • http://www.weworkforcheese.com/ Mike

     That would probably be the psychosomatic creaking.

  • http://www.weworkforcheese.com/ Mike

     Oh…how did I miss that? 2 weeks later.

  • http://www.weworkforcheese.com/ Mike

     Do you have flashbacks?

  • http://mommamiameaculpa.com meleahrebeccah

    Screw that noise!

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