The Beginning of the End

I turned 23 on friday, so I'm slowly coming to the realisation that I'm definitely NOT a teenager anymore. This did not, however, stop me from acting like a 14 year old kid who just found his dad's liquor collection in the cupboard under the stairs. The plan was simple: Centurion then Hoodoos. For those who are unfamiliar with Centurions, its basically 100 shots of beer in 100 minutes. This proved much easier than first anticipated, so far more drink followed, including a funnel full of about 7 different drinks. I would go into detail about the rest of the night but it gets a little hazy from then on. All I know is 3 facts. 1) A wrestling match ensued after drinking, resulting in my now infamous Rudoloph cut across my nose. 2) A good old fashioned birthday stripping in the middle of Banff, which meant I had to hop down Banff Avenue in just my top and boxer shorts. 3) I Walked around Hoodoos trying to attract the attention of the ladies, forgetting I had a full blown Herbert Kitchener moustache drawn on my face. I will have to try very hard to beat that next year.

It was also made extra special by the fact I received very generous cards and presents from home and plenty of alcohol from the Gap Year Canada peeps. Not much else to report apart from the fact my job mainly involves staring into the black abyss that is Station 2. I actually spent half an hour today assessing the best technique for loud clapping. I believe you have to position your right hand at a 90 degree angle to your left, then use the four digits of your right hand to slap (not slam) onto the palm of your left hand. I'll keep you updated if I find a better technique, but I seriously doubt it.

Oh, and if you haven't seen the new Iron Man 2 trailer yet, please do. It combines the magical elements of Scarlett Johansson and red hair. My life is complete.