Playing Ketchup

The weekend before last was pretty fun. On Friday night I took it easy and rented "Dan in Real Life". It's a pretty decent movie but a bit slow. I love Steve Carrell though. He makes any movie wonderful.

On Saturday, me, the boyfriend and a couple of friends participated in the End-to-End walk. We only did the middle-to-end portion of the walk though because I figured walking 16 miles was enough. I was fine for about the first 10 miles of the walk but the last 6 were painfull. I thought for sure my hips would be the first things to fail me, but the bottom of my feet was the bodypart that won out. Walking on cement for that long is horrible. But all in all, the weather was really good (overcast - so not too hot) and the walking trail was really nice too. It was a trail that followed along the old railway that used to be in Bermuda (before they had roads). You gotta love the bush here, because it is covered with colourful flowers. The company was good too.

It's funny in this country because the people really get behind every and I mean pretty much every event. I swear almost every local was either in the walk or was along the trail cheering us on. From the old people sitting at their windows in their wheel chairs to the crack-heads that were booted off Railway Trail (there usual haunt) so we could do the walk. I got lots of high fives and cheers. Also, at about every mile or two there were stations that gave out water, cookies, muffins, chocolate bars, gatorade, etc, etc. The stations are what kept me going. I couldn't wait to see what fun treat would be at the next station. And then at the end they gave us a party favour bag complete with chips and nacho cheese dip. Congrats on being healthy and walking half the island, here enjoy you can of fat. So Bermudian! Apparently the turn-out for the half-marathon that I am doing the Monday after next (on Bermuda Day) is supposed to be about 4 times more people. Hopefully all those people will give me the adrenaline I need to finish the race!

On Saturday night we walked down the raod to the local pub to have a couple of drinks to let loose after that massive walk. We were enjoying some lazy drinks when a bunch of 30-40 year old men busted through the door on a pub crawl. They bought up the bar (and offered to buy us drinks for "ruining our night" which they very much didn't). They were hilarious. The future groom ended up throwing up outside the bar and the rest of them ended up running out, into the rain when somoene thought they heard one of the waiters had "called the cops". Then someone finally figured out that no one had called them and they trickled back into the bar, drenched wet because their bus driver had abandoned them. Apparently after that they let loose on downtown Hamilton (as witnessed by my friends that were down there). On Sunday I ended up being lazy as hell and thank goodness because I needed it!

This last weekend was a riot too. On Friday we headed out for Happy Hour at the Princess and I of course drank too much (which you totally cannot help in this country because they poor about 4 oz of booze into each drink). I don't remember much but I had just gotten a new camera and I ended up having alot of pictures of me making out with said purse. I really do love that purse, I wasn't sure how much, but apparently I loved it alot.

On Saturday I went to my rugby dinner. It was the 50th anniversary of the team this year so the dinner was a black tie affair at a ritzy country-club-like locale. I wore my the bridesmaid's dress from my sister's wedding. I headed out on the back of my boyfriends bike to the dinner but it started to drizzle and I didn't want to ruin my dry-clean only dress so I turned around and went back and thank god I did because I would've gotten drenched! I ended up calling a taxi driver. I live on a road that is a close and the intersecting road that leads up to my close has the same name but is a road instead of a close. So I gave directions to the taxi and told them we are the blue house at the top of the hills. The directions were pretty simple. Basically you turn off of a main road and then turn left and voila, there is our house. So I am waiting for the cab for a long time and then the boyfriend goes out and he sees the taxi driver at the top of the intersection road with the same name in front of a PINK house laying on his horn. So we call the taxi dispatcher back and say we can see the taxi driver and he is on the wrong road. We can hear the taxi driver in the background (because the dispatcher was on a radio with him) and he's saying "I was on the right damn road" and she is telling him that he obviously wasn't because we had seen him on the wrong road. So he gets all pissed off and refuses to pick me up (not quite sure why). So she sends another cab. At this point, I am about 45 minutes late to the dinner. Finally the cab arrives and I finally get there 1 hour late.

I had enough time to gobble down one drink before they closed the open bar and started charging for drinks. Thank god for wine on the table though. The dinner was very good. We started with a scallop with risotto, main course was lamb shanks with these cool-ass scalloped potatoes (they looked like a pastry or something) and then ended with a brownie with vanilla ice cream and pineapple. I really am not good at describing food, so I do it no justice, but I promise you it was really good. Then the speeches started. Up first was our captain who talked about our year (we won everything this year so it was a good year). There was this obnoxious old drunk woman at the back that started vocalizing her disdain for the length of my captain's speech. She was really loud too. It was so rude. One of the girls on our team politely told her it was not necessary but she continued on so finally is escalated to the point that she had to full on tell her to shut up. And then the guys' team captain went up and she did the same thing. So I yelled out "Atleast you aren't sexist!" Lastly, one of the founding members went up who was a very sweet man but he had to be about 90 years old. He had the most boring speech ever that he battled through with the pace of a snail. The old drunken lady was loving that. I went to the bathroom and to get a drink for 15 minutes and came back and he had moved from the 70s to 80s. I think he finally got asked to go sit down. Then the guest speaker went up. He was a player for the Irish National rugby team and was nicknamed the mullet. Pretty funny guy. By this point I was well drunk, so I don't really remember much of that speech. But I made it home safely! So that's all that counts.

This weekend I am planning on going out a bit tonight and taking it easy tomorrow. I am going to do my first scuba dive of the year on Sunday so should be a great time. I will let you know how it goes. Have a great weekend!