This was originally to be a reunion: cousins, cousins, uncles, aunts, grandma, all gathered in a charming inn
Charlevoix to celebrate the birthday of the youngest uncles of Tom, who does not care, his family. But it's a nice opportunity to couple: Two nights romantic getaway between river and mountains for almost nothing. We are pleased, especially after confirmation, we learn that we were assigned to the 3rd floor, a skylight in a room called "the knot of love". We are blissful. This would be starting a family gathering, but the wife of celebrated decided, without telling anyone, she invited the great band of friends her husband - including François Pérusse and Pierre and Sylvie, the ex-leaders Fire Beast not stupid + for the anecdote. The uncle, incidentally one of the owners of the inn where we stayed, had fortunately reserved throughout the building for the party. But a reorganization of rooms required.
(It should be noted first thing before continuing: Tom happiness and / or misfortune [according to the aspects considered] to always live with her parents. With whom he has a cold and distant relationship their overprotective towards him since his childhood having made Boutte, as they say. In short: it often tries to spend as little time possible in their company.) This should be a reunion, this was no longer, we should have the "knot of love", no longer had it. It was now the "bridal bouquet". Romantic? No, this room knows why, is linked to "butterfly" in the most intimate way that is, namely the bathroom. And "Butterfly" was the new room assigned to Tom's parents. Them, a small bathroom, we.
Given this new data, we thought: will we go or not? If you pay, we still want it we please! We think about it, and they say OK, it's not the end of the world share a bathroom. Yeah.
The timing was bad: end of session rush of work and exams. It is said never mind, we bring my laptop, and it will work in our room, even posing as asocial.
Yeah.
We arrived on the scene after more than an hour's journey into the mist 
the most complete, high in the mountains. In the Petite-Riviere-St-François, one can not see the river from the sky. We parked at the same time that the couple of (fire) Beast + Beast not including the gentleman turns out to be a real party animal (no pun intended pocket). It was snowing, everything is interference, the mountain is superb.
the most complete, high in the mountains. In the Petite-Riviere-St-François, one can not see the river from the sky. We parked at the same time that the couple of (fire) Beast + Beast not including the gentleman turns out to be a real party animal (no pun intended pocket). It was snowing, everything is interference, the mountain is superb. But here we find the room. It's almost funny. Tiny, like ... the smallest of all (we know, we visited all those who were still unoccupied). A bed, a cupboard, a chair. That's it. Work there? Be two to work there? Impossible. But we discovered a small room in the neighborhood: we steal a chair, two small tables, a trash can, a lamp and a box of Kleenex. With that, Tom installs a clean workspace. I decided that the show will be my office: the view is magnificent!
Until then, it was fine. But where things get complicated is that when locked up in our neighborhoods for the evening, we really understand the horror of "shared bathroom". 
There's room. A door leads to the bathroom, where a second door opens into our bedroom. Do this: 1-
There's room. A door leads to the bathroom, where a second door opens into our bedroom. Do this: 1- sure to lock both when there is, history does not end up ass in the air before the in-laws.
2-be sure not to make too much noise by his needs because the walls are not soundproof (if any) and it's embarrassing. 3-
discuss too much with everyone for not stepping on the foot at the time of the shower.
Despite discussions and precautions, means everything, lock the doors cause the problem, and it is woken up by a stepfather in the shower at 7:30 in the morning.
The first night we were dying of laughter, Tom and me, it was so ridiculous. "When you're on vacation, I try to avoid my parents as possible and then, I'm even closer 
of them than us!" Enervated my boyfriend. You could hear the washing of our fellow bathroom as if you were there and the sound of the door always locked and unlocked each time we did think that someone would enter. Difficult in these circumstances to take a bath and unthinkable couple indulge in some carnal pleasures since sounds merrily through the two doors of the bathroom (you could hear a clear step-dad gently scraping the strings of his guitar 0:30 despite the bathroom between us). The romantic getaway originally planned, she has long forgotten that peace and chastity, or Malay insured.
Saturday, we managed to work. We went walking and taking pictures along the river, it was sunny and cool, it gave us the spirit up after the relatively poor night we had passed. From noon until dinner time, in my little private room, I worked on my laptop. Around 15:30, Uncle Tom enters the room: he was visiting "his" hostel to friends just arrived for the party. I was in the background, then presents them to me: Melanie Francis and Frederick. I salute them, make a little joke, looking at the father and son ("So Frederick (pointing to the large) and François (Pointing to the baby), or vice versa? "). I was told, then they leave, the couple is then guided to his room (across from ours). Two minutes later, Tom comes out and join me: "Well, it was like Pérusse neighbor across the street! It's funny! "And I just realized that Francis Pérusse bin had no idea damn face And he has! Be embarrassed not to have recognized, for not having done link ...
short.
Saturday evening, there were long time. Do we not feeling very concerned by the party in the basement (and being somewhat interested to find ourselves surrounded adults who are drunk with ben funny dancing square sets), we again used the argument of the concrete-end session to slip away from everyone. At 10am, we slept.
of them than us!" Enervated my boyfriend. You could hear the washing of our fellow bathroom as if you were there and the sound of the door always locked and unlocked each time we did think that someone would enter. Difficult in these circumstances to take a bath and unthinkable couple indulge in some carnal pleasures since sounds merrily through the two doors of the bathroom (you could hear a clear step-dad gently scraping the strings of his guitar 0:30 despite the bathroom between us). The romantic getaway originally planned, she has long forgotten that peace and chastity, or Malay insured. 
Saturday, we managed to work. We went walking and taking pictures along the river, it was sunny and cool, it gave us the spirit up after the relatively poor night we had passed. From noon until dinner time, in my little private room, I worked on my laptop. Around 15:30, Uncle Tom enters the room: he was visiting "his" hostel to friends just arrived for the party. I was in the background, then presents them to me: Melanie Francis and Frederick. I salute them, make a little joke, looking at the father and son ("So Frederick (pointing to the large) and François (Pointing to the baby), or vice versa? "). I was told, then they leave, the couple is then guided to his room (across from ours). Two minutes later, Tom comes out and join me: "Well, it was like Pérusse neighbor across the street! It's funny! "And I just realized that Francis Pérusse bin had no idea damn face And he has! Be embarrassed not to have recognized, for not having done link ... short.
Saturday evening, there were long time. Do we not feeling very concerned by the party in the basement (and being somewhat interested to find ourselves surrounded adults who are drunk with ben funny dancing square sets), we again used the argument of the concrete-end session to slip away from everyone. At 10am, we slept.
Sunday, starting (finally). Breathtaking scenery in the mountains. Back to the gloomy house examinations begin, there was no time for fooling around. Things are going badly wrong wrong .....!
