So, yet again I have fallen behind on this blogging stuff.
Damn life getting in the way again! So where to start? I guess where I left off
would be the ideal place. Hawaii.
Hawaii seems like a lifetime ago! I guess a mountain of
things have happened since then. What can I say; it’s a beautiful place that I
got to explore with great friends. There were plenty of little adventures, such
as driving across the entire island to find ‘THE Lighthouse’ (which apparently I
spoke about incessantly the night before when drunk) only to find it was
basically some scaffolding at the end of a dirt track! Let’s just say the others were not too happy
with me. Ashley found it funny, but only
in a ‘if I don’t laugh I will cry’ kind of way. Oops!
We spent our days lazing the time away on secluded beaches, snorkeling
with sea turtles and tropical fish and exploring the active volcanoes of the
island. One of which is the most active in the world at the moment. Very
impressive, I must say! J
With fresh seafood being so readily available I figured it
would be the ideal time to try lobster.
It was on the bucket list! So after a morning at the beach, Ryan and I
ventured to the local fish market and I purchased a freshly caught lobster
tail. After googling the best way to prepare this foul-smelling crustacean I
was excited to get stuck in. Surely this was going to be epic. Emm…No. Boke. It
was as foul-tasting as it smelled. Disaster! I guess I still got to strike it
off the list, but I was severely disappointed.
On my return to Whistler there were quite a few comments along
the lines of ‘I thought you were going on holidays? Where is your tan?’ I
really did think I was pretty brown. L
I was reassured that this was not the case at all in Seattle en route home. We
stopped over for a night and got to spend a bit of time with Tristan and Brad,
before they set off on their USA road trip. I missed both of them immensely, so of course
I was super excited to see them again. I don’t know why, because within about
30 seconds of being back in their company, the abuse I was so accustomed to, started again! Alongside the onslaught of
abuse from Tristan, Brad had his input in, confirming that I was still a pasty
Irish girl, and that no amount of Hawaiian sunshine was going to change this.
Such charmers!
The next big event was my sister’s arrival to Canada. The entire two weeks was spent doing all the
touristy activities Whistler has to offer. After living here for 8 months I
still had not ventured to the suspension bridge, or other such delights. I have
no time in Whistler! J
So we went on the Peak to Peak, hiked the forests, lay on the docks of the lake
and, most memorably, canoed (or attempted to canoe with a horrid hangover) down
the River of Golden Dreams. I believe I
spent most of the time doubled over laughing at Ashley and Sinead, rather than
doing any actual paddling! After spending most of their time in the middle of
the lake and Jamie, our ever-so-patient guide, shouting ‘DRAW, DRAW!’ at them,
we decided it might be better to swap canoes and for me to go with Ashley.
Turned out not to be the case at all. We were probably just as bad a team, if
not worse. We spend the majority of the
time in the bushes; subsequently we ended the day with multiple bruises and
scratches. A lot of fun all the same, thanks Whistler Eco Tours! J
Sinead’s trip also coincided with Brad’s return to Whistler.
After a few weeks travelling the US he came to his good senses and realized that
Whistler really is the place to be! So of course with him back, Sinead here on
her holidays and Ashley…well Ashley just being her usual self, messy times were
had. I had to work while Sinead was here, so I would finish my shift to find
the terrible trio on the patio of The Longhorn Saloon, 3 drinks down and
willing me to play ‘catch up’. Of course it was always a challenge I was ready
and willing to accept. Apparently they were just introducing Sinead to Whistler
life; I can’t really argue with that portrayal!
Brad wasn’t the only Whistler Fam member who made their way
back to this beautiful, albeit rain-soaked, mountain-side paradise. Alex decided
that lovely Manchester really wasn’t all it was cracked up to be, and after a
grand total of 2 months at home he quit his job and booked a flight. J Slowly we are re-grouping!
Now all we need is for the others to get their act together and get their asses
back here.
The only downside to June in this region of Canada is the
weather. Its pissy, to say the least. I am hoping much more from July and
August. After a few sunny and warm spells in April and May, we have been left
with rain, rain, thunderstorms and, emm, rain. Feels just like a good old Irish
summer.
Otherwise, we have been having fun with BBQ’s and parties in
our new house in Creekside and spending evenings walking by the lakes. New houses are fun, but hard work on the same
note. Getting to know peoples different ways and habits is always interesting.
Also, living in a room that one cannot quite stand up straight in can prove a challenge,
especially when you are a lanky 5”9! Putting that aside though, the new house
has been great. Probably too much tequila involved in everything that is done
(not on my behalf for once, ahem… Ashley and Meg!), and avocados being stolen
left, right and centre, still, these are the joys of shared living. J The house also has an
ever-changing list of tenants and visitors, which always keeps us on our toes.
From sisters and parents, friends arriving back unexpectedly and of course
various late night visitors, it certainly does make for some varied
conversations and banter.
Speaking of interesting banter, I think Mr. Bradley Cooke
has finally met his match when it comes to inappropriate, ridiculous,
piss-taking banter. Although they knew each other during the winter season,
Ashley and Brad were only really friends through association, so when they were
forced to spend some real quality time together (tour guiding Sinead around
Whistler) their true colours began to shine; much to my despair. The two of
them, as horrifically crude as they are, keep us all in fits of giggles, as
well as keeping a constant blush on my face as the jokes are usually at my
expense. I can’t complain though, at least there is never a dull moment with
the two of them around. What more could you want, 2 raging alcoholics. One of
them is a giant, Aussie one, the other a tiny Scottish one. Both mouths as foul
as their minds, but the two of them can strike up a rally of banter like I have
never quite experienced before. J
So on top of the above mentioned drunkards, we have Meg. i.e
Meggles, Steggles, Meg-a-tron. A Crazy, Ontario girl who has a secret love of
the ‘Dutty Wine’ and likes a glass of red as much as me. Really, could you ask
for anything more in a house mate?? Apart from the fact that she also wants to
give me a movie and music education this summer (apparently it’s a sin that I haven’t
seen ‘Kill Bill’?) she also gives in to my need for massages and tickles. Golden.
The we have Andrew, the older (more mature? Questionable)
sibling of Meg. Although he spends the majority if his time in the same spot in
the lounge, he does have his uses. For one, he knows how to work the
playstation. That’s always a plus. He also taught me how to cut an onion. The
guy is a genuine wealth of knowledge! And then of course in July we will have
Mr. Dan Baskett joining the ranks, what a busy little house it will be.
So, from here on in I shall try and be a little more prompt
with the blogging, and thus give you a reason to ‘stay tuned’.
Peace out.
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