Week Update 13
Doctor Update: Julia went to the doctor again this morning for the final verdict to stay or not to stay that tis the question. The doctor leant over Julia's knee, inspecting the extent of the injury, then out splashes dribble, running down Julia's knee- that's right, the doctor had slagged on Julia's leg- happens to the best of us. Once he wiped his mouth, he continued to inform her that she will not need any immediate surgery and that she will need to have physio therapy 2-3 times a week.
This week's highlight was St Patrick's day, another great excuse to "drown the shamrock" as the Irish say, in between intervals of "Feckin Eejit!" which was shouted around the Duhb Linn Gate pub, mainly at the Aussie's wearing patriotic tshirts with "I'm not Irish but I'm hoping to get lucky St. Patrick's Day"- Ah Aussies are so predictable, we present with such class. Naturally we gravitate towards the only Irish pub in Whistler to celebrate, with our homemade shamrock earrings (well...that screams broke!) set out to find ourselves a leprechaun and get our three free drinks- I'm sure that's how folklore has it. Please note, there is nothing attractive about guys in lycra! What the feck you say? Contrary to "Luck of the Irish", we weren't going to rely of our leprechaun for free drinks who clearly didn't get the memo of the effects of guys in lycra, this was one day of the year I could have been without my contact lens. We drank the infamous cider in The Hat Gallery to avoid the expense of having to top up with green beer at Dubh Linn Gate pub until 11pm- you can only imagine how the green mouths were all the trend. Following the signs in Duhb Linn Gate pub of 'Caution: May induce river dancing' we took it upon ourselves to make Michael Flatley proud with our own version of river dancing which somehow resembled more like Aladdin's Arabian Genie dance. It was up there with the sprinkler and we all know what a show stopper that move is?! Need I say anymore- although I must say, that Celtic tunes do wonders for the overall effect of the Sprinkler- just saying. Aside from losing Emilie in the hot dog line, and being shoved by a policeman who cut the line at a taxi rank and waking up to poutine all over my face to an endless trail of green beads in the bed, it was quite the memorable St. Pat's Day.
We invited Anika and our boss Nicole around for lasagna and a haircut- this was the ultimate test as to whether Julia would still have a job by the end of the night. Fighting against the obstacle of the 4 bottles of red wine, she managed to avoid giving our boss a bowl cut. It's amazing the confidence that you acquire after a few wines, as Anika made the impulsive decision to cut her hair off into a bob during conversations of her boyfriend's missing ball- "They still don't know where it went." Aside from the Merlot giving obvious gaps of the night, it was a lovely evening with good company.
Love
Lydia & Julia x
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