|I must comment on the LOVELY colours of this years shirts. Black and purple for the ladies!|
Friday finally arrives and we begin patiently waiting. We were wondering when we'd hear from the "American Eagle". We started getting worried we hadn't heard from him as the curling was about to start. Then he quietly snuck in just as Celine was off to throw some rocks down the ice. Jeff was then left with me. (poor guy) I have zero knowledge about the game of curling so neither of us had any idea what was going on. Thanks Erin for clarifying most of it and that backwards scoring thing. I was feeling like a real idiot. When Doug suggested Jeff try throwing some rocks I knew it would be an entertaining laugh.
Saturday we picked up our race kits and got to show Jeff the inside of the stadium where the finish line was already set up. Pretty cool. We continued on with our day but not without royally pissing off the chicks in the orange shirts trying to "contain" us behind the "curtain". Those ass hats forced you to walk the 360 degrees back around through the insanity of all the vendors and I wasn't having it. I rebelled and just kept on walking by before I looked back and realized I was the lost sheep and my friends had been suckered back. I giggled. I felt like a bad ass. I don't really do well with authority figures trying to be hot shit.
|Driving down the Niagara Parkway talking about something other than chocolate. I just wanted to eat my chocolate.|
Eventually Jeff and I made it back to my place where we had an easy dinner of pasta (rice pasta for me). A last ditch effort to fuel up and get ready for the big race the next day. We continued to chat constantly and well into the evening. I had to put myself to bed so that I could relax and get some sleep. There was just SO much to talk about!
I'll leave it here for now because I need a whole new post for the race.