Christmas 2007.

Turned out to be fairly tame. The cinema crew had the day off, while the Earl's boys were rostered on. And with Josh gone off to Calgary to spend his christmas with his brother and cousins, Cam and I spent the afternoon by ourselves.


This is where I spent my Christmas afternoon, practicing jumps on the shown tabletop. There's something so calming about being away from people and being surrounded by powder snow.

Anywho, we decided to head out to Earl's for dinner that night, as if Golden and Heathy hadn't had enough of the place already. It must've been the cheap beers and discounted meals. It turned out to be a good move though, as Heathy and Golden managed to get all six of us into the place eventhough it was quite packed.

Photo of my Christmas eve dinner.


Campbell not posing at all.


Golden smiling awkwardly at the camera.


Heathy and I being our natural handsome selves.


The man in the centre is Francis, a French-Canadian (from Montreal) who stayed with us at the YWCA for a while. We'll talk more about him later, but this was his first night in Banff. And he got to spend it with us. The poor bloke.


A poorly taken photo (by whoelse but Sanor Michael) of myself and comrade Jae. He is now our roommate at the Tunnel Mountain Resort (TMR)! More on him later also.

Here are some photos of the food;

Cam's Quesadilla.


My seafood penne. YUM.


Golden's shit on a plate, I mean prime ribs with potato salad.

We had few drinks there, and had some more when we got back our dorm room back at the Y, and that was about it for our Christmas.

Unfortunately Josh being away at Calgary and draining (and also being a lanky bastard; muttered angrily by Golden as I am typing this,) our plans to Kris Kringle this year was abandoned. So noone ended up with presents this Christmas.

That's about it, and here are some more photos from the night.

Jin