News from one fucked up...
Monday, November 20, 2006
...fantashtic-international-ChumpStyle-machete-deshtroyer weekend ever!
Saturday, 18 November 2006
Like I've said, Calgary is full of foreigners since the job market is so hot, and there aren't enough skilled Calgarians (yip, they call themselves that) to fill those positions. Which is why I've been sent here. So at work there's a social club for the "Internationals" - the people who talk funny and have no friends - and were invited to watch the minor league (ice) hockey game: Calgary Hitmen take on the team from Moose Jaw????? I don't find hockey the most exciting game - I don't see any structure or game plan, other than hit the puck at goal, or if you have a chance, fuck each other up until one of you falls to the floor.
But it was a fun evening out, free food and drink! I actually spent the whole night talking cricket with the Pakis! The Hitmen totally destroyed the Moose Jawians 6-1 in a totally one-sided affair.
Note to G Man: if you're gonna watch a game, you gotta get tickets in the corporate box. No having to squint your eyes cos you're in the cheap seats that are so high up you get altitude sickness.
Check the gallery.
...and the players warming up... pretty cool.
Apologies for the low resolution, forgot to set the camera up properly!
Update: video link fixed!!!!!!
Sunday, 19 November 2006
07h45: Get picked up.
10h00: Arrive at Sunshine Ski Resort.
10h01-17h30: Totally carve up, shake 'n bake and fluff some powder (that's 'boarder talk for "snowboarding merrily along one's way").
20h30: After some really bad indecisive-ness and umming and ahhing by the people, and agreeing to drop off the rental car (being the nice guy I am), and then walking home (12 blocks) from Avis, I arrived home dead tired.
20h31: Shit, shower, shave.
20h40: Zzzzzz...
But I had an awesome time. After the first run, it all came back to me and so I pretty much kept up with the Swiss mofos - Swiss are famous for clocks, banking, cheese and producing Olympic skiers. I think the Swiss people I work with were Olympic skiers in their past lives!
Check the pics!
It was an awesome day out, friggen expensive though - the whole day costing me a whopping $150 - so pretty much dropped a grand - Judge, you happy?!
So up until now, my most daring ever was to look Jan Pierie-Wiet in the eyes and call him a raging homosexual Dutchman. As of today, my new most daring is skiing down an advanced slope, after sunset*, to get back to the parking lot (we were skiing so high, we had to catch two cable cars going up to get there).
* After sunset, there's no light, duh? So you can't see fokol. Like humps and ditches. Or the edge of the fucken mountain. And the snow turns quickly to ice, which makes it that much harder when you fall.
So after going the entire day without landing on my head or face - I took an almighty tumble after I hit a ditch, then a ramped up a hump, then cart-wheeled in the air with one-and-a half-twists. And landed my skinny arse on the ice. That's like 9.9 - for height reached, velocity, difficulty and artistic execution! If it wasn't for losing my goggles (and consciousness), I reckon a perfect 10 was on the cards!
So on this fine Monday morning at work, I'm walking with with a limp, and one shoulder dropped - it's not cos I'm gangsta, but cos I'm fucken all buckled outta shape!
Saturday, 18 November 2006
Like I've said, Calgary is full of foreigners since the job market is so hot, and there aren't enough skilled Calgarians (yip, they call themselves that) to fill those positions. Which is why I've been sent here. So at work there's a social club for the "Internationals" - the people who talk funny and have no friends - and were invited to watch the minor league (ice) hockey game: Calgary Hitmen take on the team from Moose Jaw????? I don't find hockey the most exciting game - I don't see any structure or game plan, other than hit the puck at goal, or if you have a chance, fuck each other up until one of you falls to the floor.
But it was a fun evening out, free food and drink! I actually spent the whole night talking cricket with the Pakis! The Hitmen totally destroyed the Moose Jawians 6-1 in a totally one-sided affair.
Note to G Man: if you're gonna watch a game, you gotta get tickets in the corporate box. No having to squint your eyes cos you're in the cheap seats that are so high up you get altitude sickness.
Check the gallery.
...and the players warming up... pretty cool.
Apologies for the low resolution, forgot to set the camera up properly!
Update: video link fixed!!!!!!
Sunday, 19 November 2006
07h45: Get picked up.
10h00: Arrive at Sunshine Ski Resort.
10h01-17h30: Totally carve up, shake 'n bake and fluff some powder (that's 'boarder talk for "snowboarding merrily along one's way").
20h30: After some really bad indecisive-ness and umming and ahhing by the people, and agreeing to drop off the rental car (being the nice guy I am), and then walking home (12 blocks) from Avis, I arrived home dead tired.
20h31: Shit, shower, shave.
20h40: Zzzzzz...
But I had an awesome time. After the first run, it all came back to me and so I pretty much kept up with the Swiss mofos - Swiss are famous for clocks, banking, cheese and producing Olympic skiers. I think the Swiss people I work with were Olympic skiers in their past lives!
Check the pics!
It was an awesome day out, friggen expensive though - the whole day costing me a whopping $150 - so pretty much dropped a grand - Judge, you happy?!
So up until now, my most daring ever was to look Jan Pierie-Wiet in the eyes and call him a raging homosexual Dutchman. As of today, my new most daring is skiing down an advanced slope, after sunset*, to get back to the parking lot (we were skiing so high, we had to catch two cable cars going up to get there).
* After sunset, there's no light, duh? So you can't see fokol. Like humps and ditches. Or the edge of the fucken mountain. And the snow turns quickly to ice, which makes it that much harder when you fall.
So after going the entire day without landing on my head or face - I took an almighty tumble after I hit a ditch, then a ramped up a hump, then cart-wheeled in the air with one-and-a half-twists. And landed my skinny arse on the ice. That's like 9.9 - for height reached, velocity, difficulty and artistic execution! If it wasn't for losing my goggles (and consciousness), I reckon a perfect 10 was on the cards!
So on this fine Monday morning at work, I'm walking with with a limp, and one shoulder dropped - it's not cos I'm gangsta, but cos I'm fucken all buckled outta shape!
