The longer you leave something, the harder it is to get round to completing it and this blog definitely falls under that bracket. It's been a good six weeks since my last blog in Seattle so let me take you through my comings and goings over that period of time.
My few first days back at work after Seattle consisted of me writing blogs, sorting photos, watching Top Gear , friends, making charitable donations and flirting with a couple of long lost lovers I never should have started. After a while though I was back in the routine of watching soccer am on a Friday and films, TV series and random YouTube videos for the rest of the week. During this period I managed to watch a few episodes of Modern Family, catch up with Better Call Saul, The movies Fanboys and Runner Runner and endless amounts of Hamish and Andy and vintage Wrestling videos on YouTube. For the first week I was also staying at the hotel so it was also nice staying in the hotel and having the shortest distance I've ever had to commute to work - a 30 second walk.
My first day back on the slopes after a ten day absence was with Ste. Ste, normally a snowboarder, had decided to try skis out for only the second time since being here, this meant because of my inadequacy on my ski's we were at a pretty similar level, infact by Jove I think I might have even been better than someone for a small period of time. We had a good day out doing a couple of green runs on Whistler and then heading over on the peak to peak to Blackcomb and going up 7th or my first time. Ste even managed to teach me how to take my ski's off more simply, with the aid of my ski poles. I was back up Whistler again the next day as Jordan wanted to do fresh tracks, being one to never turn down a buffet breakfast happily accepted to go up with him and enjoy the delights on offer, but still lacking the most important ingredient baked beans. I didn't get much skiing done as A) I was extremely full and B) I was extremely tired from my first night back at work, still I got one run (The Ego Bowl) done on so at least it was better than nothing. Due to a range of factors including laziness, tiredness and moving back into Powder Horn my next day skiing wasn't until the 01st March when I went up with Matt after we watched the last of Ireland vs England six nations match and the Capital One cup final between Chelsea and Tottenham and had a cheeky Ingrid's breakfast . After a quick run on the upper whisky track we met Jordan and made our way up to Harmony / Symphony where we did a couple of runs, though I was not impressed with the icy temperatures. I think I did manage to get my fastest speed on the slopes; however this was when I was out of control going down the Blue run - Jeff's Ode to Joy, and how I managed to stay on my feet and not crash into anyone is beyond me. However, I did think that this might have aided me in getting my fastest time on the mountain to date, but unfortunately I'd either not set my run tracker or I hadn't worked. I lost Matt and Jordan and decided to call it a day after heavy snow ploughing took its toll on my knees and right foot and I was also a tad weary of the ice and I didn't want to get injured like all the people I'd seen walking around with crutches or with slings walking around the village. For once my skiing ability wasn't the worse thing about the day, my ability to get a girls number was! A very attractive (I think in ski language they call them snow bunnies) Canadian at the bus stop asked me for the time, which I gave her, from here and the duration of the bus journey we chatted, I got to know everything about her - her name - Anna, she worked as a ski instructor, had been in whistler a week, was living at the lost lake complex, 28 years old from Ottawa. I knew everything apart from any contact details! I suppose I found it too weird to ask for a number on a bus, or maybe that's just an excuse for simply bottling it which is more likely.
I was back skiing two days later on a flat 303 day up the mountain, the only person not there was Chris who had decided to go up with his child hood friend who was here for just a two week vacation. It was fair enough but it didn't stop us giving him some grief about ditching us. We went up seventh did a green run there, then got the peak to pea across to Whistler where we did the regular green runs - The Ego Bowl, Marmot, Sidewinder and I got to see Ann & Luis do a few park jumps. I told of my desire to get one of the ski photos where the skier sprays the snow but with my lack of ability we tried to fake it, first by throwing the snow while the photo was being taken and secondly Luis spraying behind be trying to make it look like it was me. Neither worked infact al it resulted in was me having an ear full of snow. I thought I got a fair bit of speed this day too but once again my run tracker went AWOL! The day also marked my 14th day on the mountain, this was monumental not because it was the two week stage but because I had now paid my pass back in days. It's perhaps easier for me to explain in numbers - a spirit pass for the season costs $1400, a pass for a singular day costs $100, there for it takes 144 days to get your money's worth. I was going to go up the next day but Tom hurt his shoulder, and everyone else was going up later than I cared for as I wanted to go and went to Tapleys to watch United edge a 1-0 victory over Newcastle. My 15th day on the mountain was with Matthew who kindly took me up to focus on my technique and to see if we could finally rid me of the dreaded snow plough. The day didn't get off to the best start when I forgot my gloves, this was made worse when our first run we went down and icy blue and I fell over. Trying to get up proved difficult and my right hand felt like it had frost bite! From there though everything went smoothly and I slowly began to get the hang of it. It's just a case of more practice now. I was up the mountain again two days later. Meghan, a girl I might in Malia and featured in my latest Vancouver Blog as she watched the Super bowl with us, was an avid skier so came to visit for the weekend. She got to Whistler just after I finished work on the Saturday morning so after a quick bite to eat from Moguls we headed up the mountain. At first I took her to seventh heaven to take in the views and do a quick run, we then made our way across to Whistler mountain via the peak to peak and we did a couple of green runs there. I felt bad though as Meghan was an expert skier and I was at best a slither past beginner level. I was also feeling the effects of my night shift the previous night, so when I found out my house mate Jess was ascending the mountain I found this the perfect opportunity for me to pass on Megs and for me to go and get some much needed sleep. It was ten days before I was up the mountain again, this time a more legitimate excuse of being ill wiped me out. I pretty much had everything you can think off, sore throat, fever, cough, runny, nose, tooth ache and towards the end five nosebleeds in 24 hours. But with that finally behind me I was able to mark my 17th day on the mountain celebrating the popular Irish holiday St Patrick's Day. I met James Healy, Ste Scott and Matthew Hyland (All Irish) at the bottom of the gondola and we began to try and find the rest of the folk donned in green celebrating Ireland Day. Our journey took us up the Peak Chair and down the Peak to Creek a short way before walking off peist to a small area known as kybers corner where we found everyone. It was pretty similar to the Australia Day I spent on the mountain, a guy had made a jump which skiers and boarders tried to do fancy tricks on, I don't know if it was alcohol, a poorly built jump, a combination or something totally different but out of everyone I watched on the jump I think only 5% landed. There was another snowball fight, slightly less epic than the one on Australia Day, and we were also joined by Derek, Tom Ellis, Phteven and Jordan for more drinking. After a few hours of sipping ales and downing shots of fireball from the hip flask, well until this leaked in my bag and Matt downed the contents straight from the front pocket of my ruck sack. It was decided we would head to Seppos the bar in Roundhouse. So Matt and I gathered my stuff and headed out. It appeared that the booze had done my confidence no harm at all as I was triple the speed I normally was, yeah I was still snow ploughing a little but I zoomed down Highway 86 at a pace I never thought I'd be able to manage. The queue was pretty big at Seppos so once we got to the bar we ordered two jugs, this was a mistake, as soon as we got a table and met with Jess they called for the peak to peak party, we started necking the jugs as fast as we could and giving away glasses to random patrons which were in attendance, time was against though so we decided to sneak a jug on to the gondola with us, what would a party be without booze anyway. We were successful, Matt pretending his arm was in a sling, with his hoody on top when really he was clutching on to a pitcher of kokanee. The 15 odd minute journey from peak to peak consisted of Matt and his fellow Irish compadres singing Irish songs and drinking beer, it didn't seem anywhere as good as last year, and in Matt's words we got stuck with some pretty s*** Irish people in our gondy, but still we had done it and had fun. It was time to ski down to carry on the festivities in the village. The added booze once again gave me confidence, as I flew down green runs and even down blue runs, maybe somewhat out of control but I was loving life and even Jess and Matt were struggling to keep up with me at points. Two days later I was back on the easy route I flew down and where I did it in a matter of minutes last time, this time it took me four hours to do one run. For once though it wasn't me who was holding everyone up. Chris has two of friends from home visiting and where one had done a week's skiing before the other had done none. Being in the same situation when I arrived in Whistler I was confident I could get his friend Matthew going so I took him on the easy route where I spent my first day on the mountain. Things didn't go well from the off though as he fell over straight from the chair lift, wiping Chris's other friend Rob out in the process. I explained the pizza and turning and we set off, but we hadn't gone a meter and he had fell over, this happened endlessly, every meter he would come crashing down, and getting up was a real effort for him especially as he wouldn't listen to anything I said. My patience was wearing thin but my main concern was getting to the lift before they shut and having us stranded up the mountain, so with not really many other options left he ended up walking down the mountain, and he still even managed to fall a couple of times walking. His ability on a chair lift didn't get better either as when we downloaded and was getting off he fell over and wiped me out this time causing a pile up and embarrassingly having the fairly decent looking lifty to stop the lift. The next day I was up with Chris friends again, for the Fresh Tacks breakfast, after stuffing our face with endless amounts of juice, bacon, sausages and eggs we ditched Matthew who this time was going to get a proper lesson. This in turn meant we could go much fluently as we did a few green runs before once again the night shift caught up with me and I headed home to the sanctuary of my bed. My last day skiing of this blog, my twentieth day, was with Jess, she didn't have nobody to go up the mountain with and I just woke up with nothing to do so decided to join her. We went up to Harmony but the visibility was poor so we tried some green runs I hadn't done yet such as the pony trail and porcupine. It was on porcupine where I had a great stack, known as the 'Superman' on the count of my flight through the air. What had happened was I misjudged the run and instead of ding a left I went straight on, of the track and into deep powder, once my skis got caught I got catapulted through the air like Superman before landing face first in some soft deep powder.
As soon as we were back from Seattle we were tempted with nights out, Tom knew someone who was having a massive house party in Bay shores, and Marcel was having leaving drinks at his. We were all pretty f***ed from our antics over the past two days though so headed home, which I would have done if I had a home to go too, the owners were back for the week so I couldn't go back to Powder Horn, and the hotel was full for the Saturday night. I was supposed to stop with Jess at the hotel where she works but she had fell to sleep early and I didn't fancy the floor that Matt and Tom had both offered me. Instead I decided to go with Jordan to Marcel's have a few beers and see if I could scav a sleep on their sofa for the night. I was pretty sure they wouldn't mind and they were happy to accommodate me, it was good too as Flo's roommate Simon was away visiting his girlfriend in Hong Kong so I was able to get a bed, though I didn't get much sleep as Marcel and Flo were banging out terrible German music until the early hours of the morning. By the next night I was moved into my hotel, unfortunately I lucked out on getting one of the best rooms in the joint because there had been a flood and ended up in one of the less luxurious studio suites we have, still it was nice for them to put me up while I was without a home. Anyway to celebrate my new swanky surroundings I decided to go out that night and try and attempt to seduce a lucky lady back to my pad. As Tommy works at Longhorns he normally gets us free food and drinks at said bar, so after Jordan and I had a few pre drinks at my gaff we headed there to meet Marcel, Flo, Anja, Marlene, Gemma, Laura and others who came sporadically through the night. Unfortunately though the Longhorns night out wasn't that impressive. I wasn't getting that drunk and I didn't want to spend a small fortune getting that way, not even the rather tasty Burt Reynolds shot could perk me up and all I returned to my hotel room with two slices of Fat Tony's pizza.
The next weekend rolled around and I skipped my usual Saturday night out instead opting for a few ciders in the hot tub with Jordan and Matt chatting nonsense and taking view of the 22° halo happening around the moon. We ended up being in the hot tub for a near three hours; Jordan was starting to look like Mother Theresa with all his wrinkles. It was Sunday night I decided to let my hair down and as my Mum would say 'get sozzled' it would have been rude not too as it coincided with my three year travel anniversary. So after a few pre drinks at mine, Matt, Jordan and I headed to Longhorns where Tommy had once again worked his magic and got us several free parties resulting in several free beers and quesadillas. I was struggling to get drunk, but I did enjoy seeing Luis out for the first time, we had managed to tempt him presumably because of the free beer and food. He was in gear like Serg would wear in Kasabian and was bouncing around the dance floor like an energizer bunny. After the free stuff ended Longhorns began to deteriorate, maybe it was because I wasn't drunk enough, maybe it was the bad music but I just wasn't feeling it so Matt and I decided to join Tom and Derek over at the Dublin Gate, which Matt taught me meant Blackpool Gate in English, where they were partying with their Milestones colleagues because someone was leaving. It wasn't bad in there although the pint of cider I bought myself wasn't much to shout home about and I swapped this for Matt's Dublin Gate lager. I also met a girl from a local town to me - Arnold in there, she worked with Tom and her Mum even taught Tom at his school. While everyone Tom and his work mates headed to Moe Joe's I called it a night and ended up at my usual end of night destination - Fat Tony's. I met Jess here and stumbled back to Powder Horn with her. It appeared we were only a few minutes behind Luis who had drunkenly stumbled home from Longhorns and was assumingly telling Ann how much he loved her and giving he loads of drunken chat. In true fashion after an Adi Murphy night out we woke up Chris with a flat pile on, Chris was out after work but it semt like he was for two minutes in Longhorns though he claimed it was two hours. I think he was telling porkies and after a few pairs of gloves and socks were being thrown at him I retreated to the sanctuary of Bedfordshire. Going to the Dublin Gate that night also meant I ticked off having an alcoholic beverage there; all I needed to do was get a breakfast from there one day. Which, I did the next week when I realise I had left my key at home, so being a good housemate I thought I would give them a bit longer before I called the too let me in and get Irish pubs breakfast and boy was it good, they even gave you a starter of bread and jam. The breakfast came out and it was presented a bit fancy and the sausage was a tad albino but it was definitely they were just minor points and what was otherwise a brilliant breakfast, in particular the re-emergence of black pudding was a highlight as were the juicy tomatoey baked beans. Anyway back to nights out and my next 'night-out' was actually a night in. We decided to have a family Mexican Night at Powder Horn. Luis and Ann made Chilli, Jess made Nachos, I got the booze and Chris bought the burrito packs thinking everything was already included. My alcohol purchasing meant that it was never going to be a dull affair as I got a slab or Corona's and also the ingredients to make a pitcher of Margarita, which I'm pretty sure only Meghan enjoyed. I'd never seen Ann drunk before and it was good to see her go bright red and giggling like a school girl. We ended up on Chris's sledge going down Blackcomb mountain in two's although this ended up with all five of us on going down the hill and Meghan filming and taking photos as she was bizarrely scared of sledging. I also think Meghan was up for a night out in Whistler but the Mexican alcohol and tiredness had took it out on everyone and unfortunately she was already gone for our standard Longhorn night the next night. Paddy's Night was next, and after the day on the mountain the village had a lot to live up to, things got off to a good start in Tapleys and soon everyone moved on to GLC, I decided to get changed out of my ski gear and have a little nap and re-join later. My plan didn't exactly go to plan though as my nap lasted all night!! If you remember on one of my early Whistler blogs I devised a plan so I could watch Man Utd vs Liverpool the next morning which consisted of going out the night before and getting to someone's house who had cable, it failed miserably as I drank stupid amounts and passed out all the way through the game. This didn't stop me in making the same plan, however the one little change would be being able to watch it at my humble abode. The night also coincided with Chris's friends last night, and one of Sully's last nights in Whistler before he went off to travel Central America. The night got started with pre drinks and drinking games at Powder Horn, Horse Racing, f*** The Dealer and Ring of Fire were all played before we made our way to Garf's where Sully had inside information of three hen parties there, we met him there and he got us in for free, he was correct and there was hen parties but due to us being off our face we had no interest in them and they had no interest in us. Matt eventually got kicked out just before closing, how he didn't before this though was a mystery, he was getting naked an awful lot, drinking from his hip flask he smuggled in and trying to do head stands on the stage, eventually though his time came to an end when he was found asleep against the bathroom wall still pissing. Luckily I saw him getting kicked out and got everyone together to go back to Powder Horn. Everyone was pretty battered and we all passed out, but I set an alarm and somehow managed to wake up to watch the football. This was a great move as we got a very impressive victory against Liverpool in their own backyard. It certainly helped the hangover! It was the usual Longhorns Sunday the next night although I didn't stay for long I had a brief chat with Laura who signed me a napkin with Chilli because of her Longhorns fame (she has appeared photo slideshow on the TV screen since around December) and chatter about Central America, a conversation she doesn't really remember because of how pissed she was, though I couldn't tell, I was probably too busy thinking how hot I thought she was to be fair though. I made my exit though as I went to meet a tinder date, the last time I was supposed to meet her I slept through it, but finally she had given me a second chance and we went to Le Brassiere for a drink and Crystal Lounge for a few too, things were going well and she offered for me to go back to hers before I got out my stupid English humour and told her she was average and it was at that point she stormed off and I was left to go home. We were bac out the next weekend, which turned out to be quite the weekend. Saturday night got started at Matt's when Jordan and I headed over for a few pre drinks and a curry before we headed to meet his friends at GLC. I didn't make a good first impression as I farted and actually cleared the dance floor, it took Matt to smooth things over, we drank Red Bulls, beers and tequilas before heading to Moe Joe's where I can't remember much apart from getting stage fright in the toilet and seeing French Thomas. We were at Moe Joe's until close, with all the clubs closing we had nowhere to go but still wanting to party, so we decided to head back to French Thomas to say goodbye to Franck. It didn't matter to us that he was already in bed, as we headed to Creekside to wake him up and have a bit of a jam and not getting home until 5.30am. We thought that night was mental but the next night pissed all over it. It started with us in our pants watching Wrestlemania, which was a class Mania by the way. But as the drinks started going down we felt better and one thing led to another, pre drinks led to longhorns, this led to dancing on tables, pretending to be a Frenchman upsetting Jess's very hot friend Erica, which led to Moe Joe's which led to an insane after party on Eagle Drive. We turned up at Eagle Drive, once Moe Joe's had closed and it looked like we wouldn't get in as the doors were looked keeping a group of people out, as we were walking around looking how we could gain access we were met by lady luck as Jordan spotted someone he recognised, who was in turn with some who recognised Matt from the spa he worked at, this led us to climbing through a window to gain access. The party was just like everyone you've seen on American films, drugs here there and everywhere, beer pong, dinking games, tonsil tennis happening, music blaring it was like a very mild version of Project X. Say project X was a Vindaloo this was a Tikka Masala. We got involved drinking the booze we stole from Matt's house on the way. Matt lost at beer pong, we danced about, mingled and had a good time. Dea had also managed to get in the party, as did a tinder date from around Christmas of mine Courtney and I'm glad it didn't work out as she looked very much like a man this night! We finally left the party at 6am and headed to 7-11 for an early morning pizza. We ended up being in 7-11 for an hour, talking to Aljiar the man on the counter, even buying him a fruit salad, we recreated the Shawn Michaels entrance theme, playing the music over his speakers, we also played Tenacious D - f*** Her Gently and Grease Megamix. Finally we left and headed to Matt's to wind down watching an abundance of random videos from Alan Watts to Hamish and Andy to Mel B on Bo'Selecta. I finally got home as everyone else was going to ski at 9.30am. Matt was dying the next day but we still had one more night to go on this three day bender, as it was Phtevens going away bash. He had pre drinks at his which I attended but having work that meant I was unable to tick off the night at Maxx Fish. Matt also didn't go opting to go with Laura, Anja and Chong to see some live music at Garf's.
There was still no let-up in 5-a-side, we tried to go for Marcel's last time but were rejected, Marcel was pretty pissed but what can you do, well Tom could have woke up a shade earlier! Tom and I tried again getting there 45 minutes early and it was full, it was beyond a joke!
During the past six weeks I'd managed to tick something off my last but sadly I had to admit failure on two items, I finally admitted to myself that it would not get cold enough for the lake to freeze over and skate on it and also I didn't realise that the fire and ice show finished Mid-March. Still They were not big losses, I could skate on another lake in the future somewhere around the world. Elsewhere though my List was coming along; I managed to tick off going to Splitz Burger, though I did make the rookie mistake by having the chicken burger instead of a beef burger. I was impressed with the subway style of the burger place, although it did seem to take a while for Marcel and I to get our burger's, still once they come they were delicious and will definitely be back to try a more traditional beef burger. Going to Elements was flirted with a couple of times, once after the Capital One cup final but the waiting list put us off so Matt and I went Ingrid's instead. Then there was after Longhorn's on one of the Sunday night benders. Jess invited me to go with Brooke and herself but Brooke bailed meaning that was a non-event. Eventually though I got there as Jess and I took Meghan for apparently Whistlers best breakfast, and I can't deny it wasn't good but if I'm honest it would come in second place to the Dubhlin Gate breakfast for me. What I did like about Elements though was there playlist, oh and there poached eggs should get a shout out! It was before Elements I actually ticked another point of my list when we went to Pure Bread, if you have a sweet tooth you would not be disappointed by the fine selection of cakes they had there. I opted to make my breakfast three course sandwiching my Elements breakfast between a Jalapeno and cheese scone to start and a brownie cheesecake for dessert, which I actually ate much later in the day due to my bursting stomach. I eventually managed got round to ticking off going to the GLC pub quiz on a Tuesday night. I was joined by Jordan and Matt - who had previous quiz expertise with me in Melbourne when we won the Barkley trivia night and he got the nickname Matt Shazam. We formed the team Saved By The Bell-End and got our thinking caps on over a few beverages. The quiz consisted of 4 rounds the first people and places which the questions came from a picture sheet , we got off to a steady start getting a steady 7/10. The next round was simply named Questions and we chalked up another steady score. We thought we would turn our steady scores into a challenging one with the next one being music and having Matt Shazam but we had a nightmare and only got 3 or 4 points, we didn't do that great on the last set of general knowledge questions either but we still got over 50% getting a score of 23/40. The winners got 38/40 so we were some way off and talked turned to who our quiz dream team would be out of Beers and b****es group of friends, some were ruled out straight away like Phteven and Gemma. I thought Laura might be good but Jordan informed me she thought the Arctic Monkeys were from Australia so she was ruled out. Tom was ruled out for reasons I can't remember, probably because he's a piss drinker. Alex Chong was a good shout but also has he tendency to wind people up the wrong way. We thought a Canadian might help but we ruled the only Canadian in our group - Alec out because of age. Tommy was an interesting call but we concluded that he would be the type of person to be like ' yeah that's definitely it' when he doesn't really have a clue. Sam would have been perfect for his movie knowledge but he had selfishly left for America. Ste was ruled out because he had left college several times. The only people we could agree on were Anja and her roommate Dea Anja would add some European knowledge, celebrity gossip and modern music and Matt said that Dea had some decent music knowledge too. It still left us short of our ideal 6 man team and we never decided upon a final dream member. The quiz finished in perfect time for me to head straight to work, though I was pretty pissed having had nothing to eat about from a and sharing three pitchers. I had to quickly pop off to seven eleven where I spent around $20 on food for the night and even had a cheeky two hour nap, next time I go I must remember to eat before I go. The next week I learnt from my mistake and got a Zog's Dog beforehand, in turn ticking this off my things to do list. The Hot Dog was really good, even though this was at the start of me being ill. I also noticed a couple of other things on the menu (Chilli Cheese Dog and a dog with Jalapenos) which meant going back to Zog's was a definite. That week we did assemble the dream quiz team together as Matt, Jordan and I were joined by Anja, Dea and a couple of their house mates and although we did do slightly better we still didn't win. And the other time we went we were definitely lacking firepower as Anja, Jordan and I only scored a measly 15/40 but I guess it's true what all losers say, it's the taking part that counts. Chris friends visiting also helped me tick off a couple of the restaurants I wanted to visit here. The first we went to was Earl's who allegedly have the best looking staff in Whistler and from the two or three girls I spotted I wouldn't argue the case. Matt had been here before and told me how good there curry was so I opted for this on his recommendation, Chris and Rob had the Bacon Cheese Burger and Matthew had Salmon. When they come out they all looked incredible and I'm not referring to the staff this time, as it was a bloke who dished out our food and the curry was tasty and you also got a good amount! The next time we went for food was after the tragic day we had skiing trying to teach Matthew how to ski. Things got better in West Wing though as I had their Jalapeno Chilli poutine which was awesome, as too was the fact they had a bottomless supply of soft drinks. The 101 wing flavours looked awesome and if it was at the beginning of my time here, I would definitely add trying each flavour wing to my list, but at the moment I'll hold back. My self-made El Furny's challenge of trying to try everything on the menu was still going slowly but surely, after my day skiing with Ste I went with Jordan and had the Brekky sandwich which offered so much but in truth was a tad disappointing. The after watching Man Utd go out of the FA Cup at the hands of Arsenal at Tapleys Chris and myself headed to the Spanish Furniture Restaurant and I ticked off the Braised Beef Spaghetti. I carried on slowly ticking them off after watching Man Utd beat Spurs in their finest performance of the season at Matt's house. This time I decided to tick off the Veggie Burger, I tried to make up with the lack of meat by adding a side of poutine but I don't understand why anyone would be a veggie, at first I was like yeah actually this isn't bad but with each bite it got worse, it was horrendous, but I had set myself a challenge and it needed to be done, the one positive was at least it was out of the way now. The return from Seattle coincided with the end of the week of getting a taste from home from the great glass elevator store, not getting anything before the America trip I decided to treat myself to something at the end of the week and it wasn't exactly something I'd had from home before but something looked very appealing and not available in Canadian stores, it was a kit kat chunky orange that was gone again moment after leaving the store. I also decided to purchase my item for the next week a multipack of chewits. It's surprising of the things you take for granted in England or what you forget and chewits were among them, my plan was to indulge myself in one of the packs each night at work but for the first two nights I completely forgot I had them and despite them being only a 45 second walk away I was too lazy to get them. My first pack ended up being during at the beginning of the Arsenal vs Monaco Champions League game, I got the blackcurrant ones out the way first and then that night the strawberry packet barely lasted the first half hour, the next night wasn't that bad as I forgot they were in my bag until it was time to do the Audit. The next night the second pack of strawberry flavoured chewits were demolished, this left me with Fruit Salad as my last pack, I was clearly saving the best until last, but due to forgetfulness and cold hands on the mountain I didn't end up having them until a few days later when I was locked out of the apartment complex because I had forgot my key. They were a great taste of back home but I do remember them being a lot softer than they were now. The next week was the return to my taste buds of the famous White chocolate Milky Bar, which was followed by a six pack of walkers crisps containing two packets of smoky bacon, roast chicken and the reason I made the purchase Prawn Cocktail, my idea was to take a pack to work each night, this was successful for the first two nights but as I became more and more ill my appetite deserted me and I just ended up munching on the bags at random times through- out the next days. To coincide with St Patrick's Day the item I got myself the next week was a packet of Guinness Beef Chilli Crisps, which was then followed by some very over-priced Birds custard which I made for Ann, Chris and myself one afternoon.
So that's about it for now, the winter season is nearing to an end which means it's D-day on some its twitchy bum time for some things on my list to see if they will get completed or not. I've already missed out on skating on lost lake and seeing the fire and ice show, so hopefully next time I will bringing you glory and no disappointment.
But until next time take care and stay safe