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Prosperity, remembered
By Mathieu Legault - Saturday, July 2, 2005

Don't ask me how I got there, I don't think I want to relive the train of thought. The important part is that it took me back to a time where my big mouth (and my idiocy) made for quite the funny event. I decided to write it down for prosperity and to share the memory with the bunch of folks that were there.

Flashback to some years ago. Between six and one, not sure how many; but Vero was there (less than six) and we lived in Montreal (more than one).

There was a whole bunch of people at Steve's place. We played a game of DnD that day and a bunch more people came in after. Can't remember why. Anyway, we decided to go out to St-Hubert's next to Steve's.

I was examining the menu trying to figure out what would fill me up right. I really like the chicken breast with oriental sauce, which I order just about every time, but I felt hungrier than that. Just before I resigned myself to finding something else to eat, I noticed a small section that explains: order a second chicken breast for just X$! Just what I needed. The only weird thing was the title of that section: "Augment Your Pleasure!" (translated from "Augmentez votre plaisir!") I think that translation is fitting: it has both the odd underlying connotation and the feel of "nobody talks like that".

Not one to be outdone by a mere menu, I decided to act like the proper customer and read what the menu tells me. So when the waitress came over, I ordered my chicken and told the girl, without missing a beat, that I would like to augment my pleasure.

Poor girl. She didn't know if I was hitting on her, making fun of her or just acting out my perverse nature. The whole table laughed, of course; I had pointed out the oddness of the menu before and they didn't think I would actually go through with it. I quickly pointed out the section from the menu that I was quoting, but I think the damage was already done. I'm not sure she even looked at me the rest of the night...

Ah! good times.

I wonder if that was the same day my Barbarian Dwarf got drunk playing dwarven drinking games with Bruenor Battlehammer. I lost, but not before getting really drunk and falling off my chair (all of which I acted out, of course).

Good times...

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