Wind and snow whirl and blow

I gave myself a 4 day weekend last weekend and took the ferry from Horseshoe Bay to Nanaimo to meet up with mate Jessie, who I worked with at Stanley Park. There was a job fair at Mt Washington, the ski mountain on Vancouver Island near Courtenay, where Jessie lives with her mum, dad and younger brother. I’d been flirting with the idea of moving there ever since I worked with Jessie in spring, and Jessies family had very kindly said I could live with them. Jessie let me know that there was a job fair happening.

To keep the story short, I went there, it was nuts, many people, but I got a job in the rentals department, presumably helping people rent ski/snow boarding equipment and clothing? I hear it’s a good job to have.. at least it’ll be inside… not sure I could handle the outside cold. So I move out on the 1st of December. Just when I’d settled back into Vancouver. Ahh well, good to have a change.. I came to Canada to see and do new shit.. so here I am. Living the Aussie dream.. haha! I’m pretty pumped, slightly nervous, but mostly excited. Job starts on the 4th of December, and I think the season goes on until the end of March..? Depends on the snow I guess. Good times here we come.

Gumboots

make me feel invincible

Trick or Treat!

Halloween, a celebration I feel that Australia is really missing out on. For me it started by selling a whole bunch of costumes and candy to people at Toys R Us, and by purchasing and constructing my own costume and getting all excited. On the 30th I went to this mad party at Beck and Hugues house, hell damn fun. I carved me a pumpkin! Here’s a photo of my costume:


I made the hat myself (Marti helped with the sewing machine).

Marti took me Trick or Treating. I’d been asking customers buying candy for Trick or Treating if they would give me candy or not, if it would be appropriate, most said yes. I’d never done it before, mum had always referred to it as American shit. It’s not so popular in Australia. But anyway, we had a back up story, I was 14… Marti was taking his Australian cousin out (me), because I’d never done it before. Knocking on the first door was hell nerve racking. It was this super sweet old lady though who gave us the rest of her candy coz it was “getting late” (7.45pm).

After the first 5 or so it got really easy though, the candy bag starting getting some weight to it and I felt super happy. Best celebration ever, dressing up, getting candy, boozing it up and parties for the adults. So much damn fun. So many cute kids handing out candy. I loved it.