MY CHRISTMAS STAFF PARTY AND GIG WITH MINOR HOCKEY
Last night our staff at the Lacombe Globe held our Christmas party as part of the first annual Firemans Ball held at the Lacombe Memorial Centre.
The night was definetely an eventful one, filled with booze, food, socializing, prizes, auctions, and a live band. Although I never won I prize, I was handed a bunch of drinking tickets near the end of the night when most people left. Our staff at the Globe shared what we could, but there was just too much to do all that.
There were some cool items being auctioned off, including autographed NHL jerseys of Hall-of-Famers Bobby Orr and Paul Coffee. The Orr jersey went for $2,300, while Coffee's top bid was $1,500. As much as I would've like a jersey like either of those, they were out of my price range.
Then there were items that people paid a fortune for that weren't that appealing, like Christmas trees that went for $1,000 and an ugly brown rug that went for $800. I guess these trades workers in the gold mine province of Alberta have been running out of ways to empty their thick wallets.
I did receive some encouraging comments while I was there. Wayne Popow, the coach of the Bantam Raiders football team in town, told me I'm the best sports reporter this town has had in at least seven years. To get feedback like that after having only lived here five months is great.
My night wouldn't have been complete without a little chick hunting. I talked to a few local nurses for a while. Unfortunately, the one I started talking to ended up dancing with another when I was talking to her married friend. It turned out the one I talked to first was a little older at 32 years of age. She told me how she used to work at the hospital in Prince George in 1996, which would've put me in grade eight still.
Today I nursed a hangover, and took photos for the Lacombe Minor Hockey Association. It's a separate gig I'm doing for extra money, which is always nice. I still have at least two more nights of doing it, before I get them processed and framed. It's something I've always wanted to get into on the side, so to get to do it this week is a bonus.
It's off to work again tomorrow for what'll be the start of another busy week full of days like this - wake up, eat, shower, work, lunch, work, dinner, work, sleep. I have more Minor Hockey photos tomorrow, then Tuesday is Blackfalds Town Council, Wednesday is more Minor Hockey and who knows what Thursday will bring.
Last night our staff at the Lacombe Globe held our Christmas party as part of the first annual Firemans Ball held at the Lacombe Memorial Centre.
The night was definetely an eventful one, filled with booze, food, socializing, prizes, auctions, and a live band. Although I never won I prize, I was handed a bunch of drinking tickets near the end of the night when most people left. Our staff at the Globe shared what we could, but there was just too much to do all that.
There were some cool items being auctioned off, including autographed NHL jerseys of Hall-of-Famers Bobby Orr and Paul Coffee. The Orr jersey went for $2,300, while Coffee's top bid was $1,500. As much as I would've like a jersey like either of those, they were out of my price range.
Then there were items that people paid a fortune for that weren't that appealing, like Christmas trees that went for $1,000 and an ugly brown rug that went for $800. I guess these trades workers in the gold mine province of Alberta have been running out of ways to empty their thick wallets.
I did receive some encouraging comments while I was there. Wayne Popow, the coach of the Bantam Raiders football team in town, told me I'm the best sports reporter this town has had in at least seven years. To get feedback like that after having only lived here five months is great.
My night wouldn't have been complete without a little chick hunting. I talked to a few local nurses for a while. Unfortunately, the one I started talking to ended up dancing with another when I was talking to her married friend. It turned out the one I talked to first was a little older at 32 years of age. She told me how she used to work at the hospital in Prince George in 1996, which would've put me in grade eight still.
Today I nursed a hangover, and took photos for the Lacombe Minor Hockey Association. It's a separate gig I'm doing for extra money, which is always nice. I still have at least two more nights of doing it, before I get them processed and framed. It's something I've always wanted to get into on the side, so to get to do it this week is a bonus.
It's off to work again tomorrow for what'll be the start of another busy week full of days like this - wake up, eat, shower, work, lunch, work, dinner, work, sleep. I have more Minor Hockey photos tomorrow, then Tuesday is Blackfalds Town Council, Wednesday is more Minor Hockey and who knows what Thursday will bring.
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