Parents Come to Banff and Casual Racism

The week started with the arrival of Mr and Mrs Turner, which was awesome, especially after 9 days of working. They brought plenty of news from back home and, more importantly, Empire magazine - oh how I missed thee. Took them to both Sunshine and Lake Louise (not Norquay, because quite frankly, it's dire), and spent a lot of the time trying to catch up with my ski pro of a Mum. My boarding is coming along - I can actually turn on my toe edge without feeling like I'm going to die. I also did my first kicker thanks to a bit of encouragement and healthy dose of peer pressure - was ace.















On Wednesday we had the Gap Year Canada Christmas Party, which was held in Noel and Nancy's garage. The theme was Naughty or Nice, so obviously I chose to dress up as a naughty french man - mainly influenced by the fact I had a beret and a stripy top lying at home. The result was a somewhat cliched impression of the french (see above), and would prove to be fatal, when I inadvertedly got involved in a french bread battle with fellow gappers. Not to mention my painted moustache ended up making me look like a Mexican porn star.

The main attraction of the party was the Beer Pong, which involved throwing ping pong balls into the other team's cup to make them drink, whilst 30 or so people crowded around shouting incoherent trash talk to each team. Annex had a team. All I will say is; we did not take the world of Beer Pong by storm. Ended up at Wild Bill's which had a local dj playing some amazing D'n'B (from what I remember anyway), so I inevitably strut my funky stuff.

Back to work, which sucks. I work with a German guy called Chris who has been joking that I'm Australian for about 2 weeks. Apparently this joke doesn't get old.