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March has been good to me.
Any month that moves along like you don’t know where the days went, means good stuff went down. And, that means I’m closer to being back in the Good Lan d aka home, so no complaints there either. What’s been up…
First and foremost, we had a weekend off…! That was probably only the second exclamation marked ever used up in hurr but Free Weekend sont des mots qui vont très bien ensemble… so it was called for.
When I stop to remind y’all that I’ve been patiently waiting for more than 1 day off at a stretch since September, not counting Christmas, you can see why I was psyched… I originally got all jazzed and wanted to do something crazy since a plethora of countries are on my back step but unfortunately, my coach decided to plan a friendly game Friday against the French jr. natty team so I was fresh outta luck for venturing far outside this country’s borders. I also had to walk a mile uphill both ways to get to the gym. Playing sports for a living can be pretty tough sometimes… I tried to type that with a straight face.
Then again, I once heard someone say weekends really only matter when you're working. Otherwise it's just another day with no $$$. Words of truth, so I’ll shut up now.
So I reluctantly said goodbye to my trip to see the sis & bro-in-law in Wales and went with Plan B which was to roll with The American to Bordeaux where her French boyfriend is stationed for some military hospital duty… Holla if you’ve ever been a third wheel! But it turned out all good and was a beyond sick weekend so my fears were for naught. Shopped, hiked the largest dune in Europe (117 m of sheer sandy goodness in France? I was as confused as you are…), napped on top of said dune, and ate some solid French eats. It was dope. And you just can’t argue with that. Also, I’d post pictures but they’re all on Facebook. If you missed out, clicka clack here and you’re in biznass.
One thing I noticed about Bordelais folks, or whatever people from Bordeaux are called, is they were particularly entranced with my apparently circus-like tallness. Now don’t get me wrong, I came to the conclusion more than a few years ago that Euros like to to stare a little more than your average North American. But I gotta say, this weekend took it to a new level. I had to check my mug in more than a few shop windows to make sure I didn’t have some stray spaghetti sauce dried on my chin. Nope. All clear. Turns out people just looked at my head and then promptly went straight to my feet. EVERY. Single. Time.
Yes, I am this tall. No heels, no lie. This is happening. I never thought I was that gargantuan but what confirmed it: Saturday afternoon, we witnessed a teenage couple brawl in the street while waiting for the tram (sort of a Chris Brown vs. Rihanna volume 2)… After a third unrelated dude stepped in to break it up, his next order of business was to stroll on up to me to compare heights before moving on. Apparently his thought pattern was: Save the day and then whoa, THAT GIRL IS HUGE. I didn’t know to be entertained or what….Bahaha. Nice to meet ya son, I’ll keep doin my thing?
So yeah.
Turns out that’s about all I have to say... It’s been a good month but I’m gettin pretty antsy to get outta here. Season has been long and feels especially so when people I know that are playing in other countries are already done. Apparently May 2nd would be our last game for sure so to all the hundreds of you planning to come visit: time is runnin’ out.
Oh right, I just remembered some random stuff I maybe coulda stretched into some semblance of a full post at the time but it doesn’t seem that important at the moment… So real quick-like:
+ The bagpiper playing at the local Irish pub on St. Patrick’s Day? Dude was born in SLAVE LAKE. Small world? Yessir. I realize nobody outside Alberta knows where that’s at but don’t even worry about it. Small-town Canadian bagpipers are apparently reppin’ for their hood. Good to see.
+ I’ve always had a love for music but having as much free time as I now find on my hands (possible the worst word-choice order ever?), I’m beginning to think it’s been taken to a new, somewhat unhealthy level. That being said, and thanks to internet (I thank the internet for everything that I hold dear in life), I have come across more good tunes in the last 7 months than perhaps my whole life combined. Bold claim, I know. I seem to have gone back to my roots though and have been listening to hip hop approximately 85% of the time in 2009. Rewind to grade 7 when I first heard Run DMC and had my mind blown. My sister was less than impressed when I played It’s Like That for her the same day, but some people wouldn’t recognize greatness if an 11 year old played it on an old ghettoblaster so I’m not even worried about it. Suffice it to say my iPod hasn’t been the same since.
Also, please know that I know what that sounds like so let me break it down: White kid+ From Canada + Hip Hop – Street Cred = This Kid. The math means I’m aware of what that paragraph looks like. But I admit. I’m a fiend for a dope beat.
Aaaand I just lost what few swagger points I had left there…
Hip hop aside, all that is to say that the only thing that brings more happiness to my day than listening to good stuff is sharing the love, so if you find yourself in a musical slump, just know I spend upwards of 12 hours a day finding newness. Put my boredom to work for you. I will gladly hook you up with what I’ve been feelin lately.
