Holy hang on to your hats, especially in a giant Cormorant in Newfoundland.
I have recently (hours ago) had the absolute pleasure of coming up to a small town in Newfoundland for an announcement. I arrived yesterday afternoon, and oddly enough I have a friend in this quaint town who joined me for supper. Not dinner. Dinner is lunch in Newfoundland.
Where else can you get a giant prime rib dinner/supper complete with two yorkshire puddings, broccoli, garlic mashed potatoes, and turnip, for 22$?! It was so delicious I think I'll order it again tonight when I watch tv in my room. We indulged, and had two glasses of wine, plus dessert, and tea, for 40$ total. UNREAL and absolutely to die for.
I'm staying at a hotel that has a slight pirate theme to it.. which is odd in itself. But it's the second best place in the area and treasury board approved, so I'm here. And it's fantastic.
In other news, the event went quite well despite chilly weather which prevented us from having a really cool backdrop.
Yesterday during set-up, I met with the Search and Rescue crew in the town I was in. I received a little tour and was quite content when I was able to go inside a cormorant helicopter. And then, they invited me for a flight, along with our VIP guest. Sure enough, myself and this VIP were strapped into harnesses and all the gear, and eventually sat however-many feet above beautiful Newfoundland, flying with the door open and practically hanging out. What a rush! but OH my the dizziness!
I get ill on a childrens swing set. Get me hovering above the ground doing swoops over salmon runs, and I'm still feelin' it 3 hours later.
P.s that's a weird feeling - hovering. On a plane you know you're going one way.. forward. On take off and descent you have a slight angled motion. This is a strange strange feeling of moving everywhere!
I shall post a picture when I arrive back on mainland.
Eyes to the skies folks!
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Bachelorette Brew-har-har.. (not ha ha, that's for wimps)
Oh dear friends!
I'm off to Montreal on Saturday for what can only be described as 'undoubtedly delightful yet distinguishly dangerous' Bachelorette party for a dear friend of mine.
The official wedding shower consisted of a lovely sit down lunch complete with gift opening and games. Just peachy!
The after-shower was a pole-dancing penis-cake classic gong show (all while absolutely sober no less). I've been tempted to display the famous cake on the blog however, it's AMAZINGLY anatomically correct and therefore would be considered 'inappropriate material", and I'm a lady. In your spare time, think air-brushed colour, wrinkles in the right places, and by golly one's hanging lower than the other.
This go around, add in the first class train, b-y-o-champagne, lounge wear and belly laughs - and you only have prior to noon on saturday my friends! There will loads of shopping, an all you can eat meat restaurant (www.lemilsa.com), and topped off with VIP service at Club 1234, and Altitude 737 (www.promoclub737.com), for us 10 lovelies.
One can only guess of the events to come, but what I do know is this: pictures will be edited severely and limitations will be posed for whichever photo makes its way onto the alarmingly public facebook. Google yourself, your picture may just appear, hence why us public servants will not post the penis-cake-holding-pole-dancing pictures online! Ever! But you can IMAGINE the giggles, the burns and the bruises. I have a new found respect for the pole dancer, care of the attempt of the stripper push-up.
(chest first going down, ass first going back up).
Wish me good luck/bonne chance, as I will need it. We head to Montreal on Saturday, and come back on Sunday, while 2 of us will be departing to other provinces for work on Monday. Oh, mon dieu! I will be tired.
I'm off to Montreal on Saturday for what can only be described as 'undoubtedly delightful yet distinguishly dangerous' Bachelorette party for a dear friend of mine.
The official wedding shower consisted of a lovely sit down lunch complete with gift opening and games. Just peachy!
The after-shower was a pole-dancing penis-cake classic gong show (all while absolutely sober no less). I've been tempted to display the famous cake on the blog however, it's AMAZINGLY anatomically correct and therefore would be considered 'inappropriate material", and I'm a lady. In your spare time, think air-brushed colour, wrinkles in the right places, and by golly one's hanging lower than the other.
This go around, add in the first class train, b-y-o-champagne, lounge wear and belly laughs - and you only have prior to noon on saturday my friends! There will loads of shopping, an all you can eat meat restaurant (www.lemilsa.com), and topped off with VIP service at Club 1234, and Altitude 737 (www.promoclub737.com), for us 10 lovelies.
One can only guess of the events to come, but what I do know is this: pictures will be edited severely and limitations will be posed for whichever photo makes its way onto the alarmingly public facebook. Google yourself, your picture may just appear, hence why us public servants will not post the penis-cake-holding-pole-dancing pictures online! Ever! But you can IMAGINE the giggles, the burns and the bruises. I have a new found respect for the pole dancer, care of the attempt of the stripper push-up.
(chest first going down, ass first going back up).
Wish me good luck/bonne chance, as I will need it. We head to Montreal on Saturday, and come back on Sunday, while 2 of us will be departing to other provinces for work on Monday. Oh, mon dieu! I will be tired.
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