Turns out all that dj mix for snowboarding stuff completely went to waste. While I slaved over creating the perfect set, I didn't consider the fact that the batteries in electronic devices tend to freeze and die 4 seconds after you get to the top of a mountain.
I guess that's one to grow on... although I doubt I'll learn from it. I'm going back up the mountain next weekend... mp3 player and all.
For the last 4 days we've been out in the Okanagan, doing it up for Bubbles' stag. And yes, Bubbles' stag was just as insane as you'd imagine. So much so, that I'm now completely brain dead and can't be fussed to type up a full report or even use spell check, dearest reader.
With that said, let me tell ya... if you and 8 of your buddies decide to throw a multiday stag in the boonies AND decide to have a pre-event moustache growing contest AND require that you all have to wear tacky ill fitting retro costumes, you really should be ready for the fact that everyone you run into will look at you like you're a moron. Also, you really shouldn't take any pictures of the team doing any of this stuff... but we did, and they're on flickr.
And on that note, I collapse.
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Fun fact: after you wear a 70's dad-style moustache for about 72 hours, you really start to get used to it. It becomes kinda comfortable.
So... I've been to Vancouver Island 3 or 4 times this year and every time I go it rains and we end up getting stuck indoors... which might explain why Tk & Julie are wearing makeshift tin foil costumes in the pics above. I guess vodka might explain it too, but we tend not to dwell on that kinda stuff.
Oh, and yes, there's a semi-pointless YouTube clip involving bubble-wrap too. Behold:
Someone really should give me 10-15 points for going to calgary this weekend and not going stampeding. I think I'm amazed I resisted the temptation(s).
We did it up for Steve's stag... pulled together a mini high school reunion of 20 guys that grew up together, some of whom I hadn't seen in almost a decade. Needless to say stuff was completely out of control, and our 14 hour beer session featured a lot of "inappropriate in public" kinda stuff. Things couldn't have turned out better.
I'll post some more pics on teh flickr, for those who are into that sort of nonsense.
Be it resolved: I'm moving to Kelowna forever... I'm giving up the big city life and all that stuff. I'm buying a boat and living on a strict diet of red wine and chicken nuggets.
Things to do in order to realize this: win the lottery.
Hmmm.
Also, why didn't anyone previously tell me that this song existed?:
For those who follow the vanmega travel adventures I'll post more weekebd pics on flickr, for the other 87% of those who read this blog for the music related content I'll have the july mixtape up in the next day or so. Then I'm off to Calgary... this summer is outta control already. Bestness.
I'm bringing the weekend recap's back 'cause it summer and we're on a mission to not stay home until wearing white pants goes back to being a fashion faux-pas. Or something.
Anyhoo, we hopped on a ferry and went to see Julie /her new place / her new business... and ended up drinking ourselves blind (damn you drinking jenga, damn you summery drinks) and eating steaks the size of our heads. It might sound a little low brow, but it hit the spot.
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