Well as previously posted about this past weekend was a big one with the Welsh vs. Scotland Six nations game taking place in the fine city of Edinburgh. This meant the invasion by the fine people of Wales.
The game was on Sunday but most Welsh descended upon the city on Thursday and didn't leave until yesterday. The Welsh are a fine species. They have an accent that sounds kind of like a Jamaican/English combo. Some common phrases are 'Fair play'- used when they are cool with what you are doing or saying, and Tidy- basically instead of saying cool. Please look up the show Gavin and Stacey and you will get a good sense of teh welsh (and that show is amazing). Anyways they are absolutely mental and the Welsh team won on Sunday so basically it was necessary for Britt and I to go to the pub and see how the visitors would behave after such a victory.
Well there were about 1000 people in each establishment, all wearing red or some form of red dragon costume all shout-singing songs- none of which were the songs that were playing at the time. One such red clad man started talking to me and he had the name kyle tattooed on his forearm (another common thing amongst the welsh- visible tattoos, commonly on the neck). I of course said is that in case you forget your name and he replied no that my son and my other one is named Landon revealing the other name tattooed on the other arm. To this I said peace out gramps.
Later in the night Britt was talking to some friends of hers so I joined the conversation. One of them had a fresh beer and decided to wipe some of the foam on my cheek- I was like what the F, why the hell would that be a good idea, then he said sorry let me get that and proceeded to lick my face. He then received a slap and a swift quick in the balls. Britt somehow missed this all and then let me know later that her friend had a big crush on me and wanted my number- referring to face licker. Yes please, I mean his first impression was so dazzling and smooth I'm surprised that I didn't already get his number. I'm still just shaking my head and grimacing, but now re-reading what actually went down all I can do is laugh at how ridiculous that story is.
Messages to pass on:
*going to my first quiz night tonight- I'll let you know about that next blog
*watched the grammy's last night- they hold them back a night here so they edit out all the crazy good stuff that happens when they are live- lameo
*new pictures on Facebook- I'll upload more soon.
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I think face licker is a good fit for you, he seems nice from what i've heard of you. Maybe you can get him to walk 15 ft. behind you...
hows life? Also I may go to europe in July/August. Think you'll still be there?
I'm personally glad it didn't work out with face licker - as you know we do not want you to meet a guy in Europe (unless he is from Kelowna or at least BC).
I also have to point out that we have had some incredible exposure to the Welsh in the form of our dear family friend Joe Jones.
What the heck is quiz night?
Peace,
F-unit and C-note signing off.
hello there. this is mom and me again. she is gunna talk and ill type... cause everyone knows about her piss poor typing skills. okay.
mom "facelicker... not good"
"dont let anyone lick your face.... kissing is okay considering a good courtship"
heather- eww mom seriously?
marg "did she really kick him in the balls?"
if you did really kick him in the balls... good for you."
please tell us what this quiz night thing is.....
good night! miss you
mommy.
Haha!
Your Family = SOOOO AWESOME!
I need to get over there to "shake a few hands". I hope he got pain sweat from the kick to the scrode
peace
g unit out
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