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Philipino Pine Pink Pyjama Party (also know as my Tuesday night staff party)
It started about 5 o'clock but I was a total keener and got there around 2:30 to help Carina and Diolan cook.
I didn't really help much. Mostly just got in the way and took dweebie pictures of California Raisin.
This one makes me laugh. I think it's kind of ironic because he's eating grapes. And technically, he used to be one.
This one has got to be my favourite. He looks so damn slick.
The part of the night I was looking forward to most, after the delicious food (of course), was the golf cart rally. The owner made a course through and around the property and one by one everyone drove it in the golf cart. The trick wasn't to go the fastest but to get the closest to Michals' time.

You can see the excitement in my face. California Raisin went for the ride with everyone. But he reserved his luck for me. Cuz guess who won?! That's right, I rock. 5 seconds off of Michals' time. BOOYA!

So after dinner and the golf cart rally we made a fire and Marc, one of the maitnence guys, played guitar and sang for us. He was really good but knew mostly just country, not my kind of music. He did play the one and only Jack Johnson song he knew and I sang my little heart out the whole way through it. Trevor!
Tina (the office manager) and I kept ourselves amused by having a contest to see who could shove the most marshmellows into their mouth. (we tied) It was not pretty. And by this time some people from the tour group that was staying at the hotel had made their way out and thought what we were doing was just fucking hilarious and snapped a butt load of pictures. Now random foreigners have disgusting pictures of me with like 7 marshmellows in my mouth. They're going to go home (France, I think) and show all their friends what stupid Canadian people do at campfires. Sorry guys.
Tina loved California Raisin because she had a bunch of their paraphenalia(sp?) when she was a kid. She didn't want to give him back to me all night. I told her if she let me take a picture of her attempting to look like him, she could hold him for a while. So she did, and I have to say, I rock it waaayy better than she does. (No offense, Tina)
This is Sharon (soon to be my roommate) and California Raisin. My camera died after this picture but the night continued on. I chilled by the fire tossing shit with some of my co-workers until 2 in the AM before finally retiring to one of the cabins. All in all, a successful Tuesday night.