Hello everyone, firstly I would just like to thank everyone for the great feedback I got from my previous entry "The Dream." For those of you who took a few minutes of your time to read it then send me emails, I read everyone of them and really appreciate your stories too!
Ok, so what have I been doing at the start of this off season? Well I am going to change things up today and not talk about hockey at all. Usually I am giving details on a previous game or talking about how bad some of the rinks are in France or pouring out an emotional blog about how much I love being a hockey player....Here I go again talking about hockey......Stop!
Ok, today I am going to write about what I did this weekend
Alright, so Friday morning I woke up and the first thing I did was check tsn.ca to see the Habs got destroyed by the Bruins 7-0, very upsetting news.... Look how pathetic I am, I can't avoid hockey, it is my driving force, I have no control over what I am typing....
Right, ok so Friday night my lovely French girlfriend Marion and I went to see a few of her cousins in Mulhouse about 85km away, but this includes many little towns and lots of 50km/hour speed limits, so it took a little while to get there. Once we arrived, we were greeted with the standard kiss on each cheek. I threw out a right hand for a manly handshake but was told in French "We are not gay, you are family." Ok so kiss away! After the uncomfortable arrival, I was given a beer and quickly felt more relaxed :) We had a great night, we made Flammenkuche which is a specialty from the Alsace region where we were and resembles a pizza but with no tomoato sauce and made on a wrap. The key ingredients were the cream and the onions ;) After eating a few of those, the night was winding down and I stayed up with Marion's two cousins Philippe and Renaud to taste some of his Armagnac, which is a type of Brandy from the Southwest of France and distilled from wine and aged in oak barrels.
That lasted until close to 5am. Then we woke up to fresh croissants and baguettes. The North American inside me was craving bacon and eggs but "when in Rome" right?
The next night we had a costume party for Marion's friend Marie. This had been planned for over a month now and Marion was putting the pressure on me to get my act together and come up with a costume. She was an 80s aerobics instructor and I was Elvis.
We both had a great time this weekend and taking advantage of it now is key because during the season and even late in the off season, this abuse on my body can't be the best LOL! I forgot how much I love Pringles though.
I hope everyone likes the picture of Marion and I, out of the 25 people there, we were easily in the top 5 best costumes, but that's what years of celebrating Halloween in North American does for you!