Saturday was our annual bonspiel. That's the word for a curling tournament. I don't normally curl, but every year, once a year, some of my girlfriends and I enter a bonspiel sponsored by our favourite pub (the ship and anchor) which means it's plenty of drinking with a little curling thrown in. I don't know how to curl at all, but I always enjoy watching it on tv, which is weird, because it looks like it would be really boring, but it's not ... it is a game of inches and strategy, and it is so very satsifying when you hear the rocks hit one another on a good shot. When it's on, I just can't change the channel. I loved Men with Brooms, and whenever they show the Sandra Schmirler story on CBC I cry. All that to say, that when we actually won a game (our first in 2 years), it looked something like this:
So to sum up, I'm fairly certain that we might have a shot for the next Olympics, which I'm told are in Sochi, Russia. Privyet Russia!
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