There had been a significant increase of traffic to my site over the past few days. However, I’ve been struggling with a follow-up post since there’s nothing nearly as exciting to discuss as the weekend’s Skytrain adventures. Granted, last night’s curling adventures were fun, but there were no run-ins with the law, only visits from club member Paul - the cigar-smoking, former, ice caretaker. Twelve of us met up at the Marpole Curling Club to try our rock-throwing skills on a sheet of ice. For the most part, we were all newbs, with little to no experience and largely unfamiliar with the game and its rules. We were given a broom, shoe covers and a quick demonstration before testing out our foreign equipment on the foreign surface. We had split into teams of three, six players per sheet of ice. I had curled only once before and I was equally horrible then, as I was last night. My team of three girls scored a few points over the team of three boys before one of our sheets of ice was taken over by much more experienced curlers. I watched in awe as they slid thrice the distance, with so much more grace and finesse. I was pretty much done after five ends and retired for a ceasar in the lounge with a few others. A few ends later, the rest of the crew met up with us for drinks, so we took over the “former” smoking lounge (outlawed three days) to play some pool and foosball while chatting with cigar-smoking Paul. The night ended early considering previous Hump Day evenings. However, with the foreign invader taking over my body, the early ending was welcomed. After so much coughing yesterday afternoon, my chest really hurts and my voice is nearly gone. I’m sure the smoke didn’t help that situation. I’ll be hitting the sack early tonight.