A tale of two strange nights
Quite strange indeed.
The first night, Monday, was ANZAC day, a dual Australia/New Zealand holiday. Went to a BBQ at Mez's new home and got quite drunk quite fast, but I strangely ended up not eating anything...
Then, we went to Hoodoos for a proper Anzac night, were I kept drinking. After a little session making out with Mez, I ended up on the dance floor dancing with two funny girls, I think their names were Jorjia ("With two jays!") and Steph (really not sure about that one...), they were in town for the night only, leaving at 4AM. I again ended up making out, this time with Jorjia while dancing. Dirty dancing. Mez came to tell me we were about to leave for another club, but then I kind of forot to leave and stayed at Hoodoos by myself, with the two funny girls of course!
We then decided to go back to my place, had to get rid of an Aussie mate harassing Steph on the way and they decided to stay longer and leave at 8AM...It was definetely looking good. We then arrived to the staff accom, where Corey, Divo and Fred just saw their dying party brought back to life by the new feminine blood getting into the house. It meant they invited themselves to my room for a gigantic smoking session. It was a lot of fun, I saw my previous life, through my pictures, judged by strangers and we laugh a lot...But it was not what I was expecting. It was apparently not what the girls were expecting either, they decided to take the 4AM bus, after smoking a lot, a lot of theirs, mine and my friends' pot. I got a nice kiss goodbye though. Farewell!
The second night was completely different, but also a lot of fun. While at the ANZAC day BBQ, I saw one of my front desk colleague, Susan. She has a 6 year-old son, Aaron, a really funny, intelligent boy. So, a result of being quite drunk, Thomas and me promised the kid we would go to his place the day after to help him build his Hot Wheels Slimecano race track. We kept our promise, I ended up building that really messy and cheap-looking thing that will probabbly get her mom pissed quite soon. I actually ended up building one of his Mega-Blok sets (I hate Mega-Blok, those LEGO rip-offs!) and putting his telescope together. I think her mom took advantage of Tom and me! But it was fun, the kid reminds me of my little sister that I miss so much. And we got a few beers for our painful efforts. (I am apparently a fucking beer-whore...)
As for Susan, I must admit I saw a totally new side of her. No, don't start to imagine your MILF scenarios, it's just that she's is a late 30's mom, you couldn't have a more normal-looking mom. But she showed us pictures of her early 20's, when she was a punk in London, England. Man, she was looking incredible, so different, so sexy, an incredible mohawk! Then, when she came back to Canada, she became a model and I have to say she was quite stunning! Talk about a surprise! A great night, but really not anything I was expecting from my little stay in Banff, hanging out with a 6 years-old and her mom, building race tracks and helicopters...
Tomorrow's my last day of work, I've been training people all week, so it was quite an easy week for me. I intend on tomorrow being as nice and relaxing. Then? Well, I'm partying non-stop until my depart on Saturday, 10:45AM. Will try to post before leaving Banff, or at least on my way to Sudbury...Because after then, my posting frequency will be reduced to once a week. Time to go enjoy the great weather and some street-hockey action! Go Habs Go!