There was a special night in Montreal last night - it’s referred to as nuit blanche, which directly translates into "white night".
No, it’s not a night of celebration of white people.
No, it’s not some teenage girl’s fantasy taken from the middle ages (sighhhh…). That just wouldn’t make any sense. Come on people!
Yes, the actual meaning is very complex.
Audience: "Will you shut the f*** up and get on with it already?!"
Sorry, I must be in one of my moods. It means all-nighter. So what the city gets up and stays up to do once a year is keep lots of places open the whole night, like exhibits and museums and lots of crap, often until 6 am. So the idea is that you can stay up all night doing cool things!
The plan was simple - there was an exhibit at the Montreal Science Center entitled "Autopsy of a Murder", where you get to try and solve, well, a murder. I was getting all excited, because I thought it would be really cool to go do this after a night of "socializing":
Me: "Oh, shlit! There’s a ded blody!" "Offlicer! Helooooo! I think you shloud arrest.. someone? Don’t let’em gettaway with it!"
Hilarity would then ensue (as it always does), naturally.
Unfortunately, this fun-filled evening never came to pass. After a second look, it appeared the science center closed down at 10 pm. Now in MY book, this hardly qualifies as a all-nighter by any stretch of the imagination. It didn’t even make it past midnight! My theory is that since it is a science center, and since it must be therefore stocked with nerds as attendants, then the term all-nighter is probably quite the relative term. If you’re used to calling it a night at around suppertime, then pushing it to 10 pm must be like partying like it’s 1999 (or 2000, for those the-new-millenium-only-comes-in-2001 purists)!
So, the night wasn’t exactly blanche for me, anyways. It ended up being simply a nice get-together at a strange bistro-bar on St. Denis called Bistrot de Paris. Funny thing - and I say this because its just slightly more weird than the normal - is that when we were about to enter the place, this punk-looking couple walk out and immediately proceed to ask us if we want some good meat, while holding up a grocery bag with said meat in it. First of all, now: WHY do these people have a bag o’ meat coming out of this bar? Second: WHY do they think that we are any more willing to hold onto this bag o’ meat in this bar we’re going in to than they were? Third: WHY would they think that anyone would accept meat offered to them on the street by a pair of people offering it to them?! The act alone of offering meat would make me wary of any other goods these people may be peddling.
In any case, I get home, still meatless, at about 3 am. So it’s not exactly an all-nighter, but its not a bad night either. We’ll call it a grey area. Hence the title. ;)