Week Update 25
Earlier this week, Julzie and I thought it best to surrender to a much needed detox after fretting over whether to call 911 to report a stolen vehicle, a vehicle that had a flat battery at that. This intelligent train of thought could only be attributed to the infamous cider, if that doesn't highlight the affects of cider, I don't know what does. We went on the cabbage soup diet which lasted only a few days, every time I looked over at Julia, all I could see was a piece of fried chicken talking back at me. We've put a weekly regimen into place, starting with a walk in the mornings, before our brains actually have a chance to figure out what we're doing. And we even went as far as setting our alarms to get up to do yoga, despite being incapable of standing on our head with our legs wrapped in a pretzel position. We were already to do the downward dog when our instructor didn't show up. All dressed up and nowhere to go although we did leave with a sudden craving for a soft pretzel and world peace, just a couple of yogi's at heart.
The Vancouver Canucks are in the Stanley Cup finals (the first time since 1994), and haven't ever won the Stanley Cup, reason enough to let the detox ship sail in the name of creating league history. The Canucks were unable to derail the Boston Bruins, losing 5-2 in Game 6, triggering an abundance of beer to drown the sorrows of Whistlerites. The ice-hockey never fails to bring out at the animated characters of the world that scream at the screen "Kick his head in," always on the fringe of breaking out into a riot in a full scale bar brawl. I've always found it amusing how fans can sit in front of the TV screen with a beer, instructing the players how to play the game all while thinking they can do better.
We naturally gravitate towards the pub games whether it be pool or darts. Tapley's bar held my i.d hostage in exchange for darts. We formed an amateur girl league called the Bullseye Bitches which basically entitles us to be able to make up the rules as we go along. The occasional non-league folks that walked passed insisted that we were standing way to close to the dart board but we measured the distance in terms of whether we'd be hit by the dart if it bounced back. Safety first. Although, Julzie missed this memo and speared herself in the foot with a wandering dart. Oh Julzie, she certainly has a knack for making life more interesting!
The Vancouver Canucks are in the Stanley Cup finals (the first time since 1994), and haven't ever won the Stanley Cup, reason enough to let the detox ship sail in the name of creating league history. The Canucks were unable to derail the Boston Bruins, losing 5-2 in Game 6, triggering an abundance of beer to drown the sorrows of Whistlerites. The ice-hockey never fails to bring out at the animated characters of the world that scream at the screen "Kick his head in," always on the fringe of breaking out into a riot in a full scale bar brawl. I've always found it amusing how fans can sit in front of the TV screen with a beer, instructing the players how to play the game all while thinking they can do better.
We naturally gravitate towards the pub games whether it be pool or darts. Tapley's bar held my i.d hostage in exchange for darts. We formed an amateur girl league called the Bullseye Bitches which basically entitles us to be able to make up the rules as we go along. The occasional non-league folks that walked passed insisted that we were standing way to close to the dart board but we measured the distance in terms of whether we'd be hit by the dart if it bounced back. Safety first. Although, Julzie missed this memo and speared herself in the foot with a wandering dart. Oh Julzie, she certainly has a knack for making life more interesting!
Love
Lydia and Julia x
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