Schedule is quiet

After returning from Penticton our flight schedule has been VERY light. Actually, the reason we spent all 4 days in Penticton was because our schedule was so quiet.

The other pilot and I did hit up the town pretty hard on the Saturday night. Enough so that my Sunday was a write off. As per the procrastinator's comments from my last blog, I'll add a couple more details, but my mind is fuzzy from that night. :)

We started the night at Earls for dinner. After a nice big dinner and a pitcher of beer each we walked down the road at the suggestion of one of the bartenders to a local pub called "The Barley Mill". We went in, and it was a little quiet but a nice little establishment. We then proceeded to drink some more there... I believe it was 4 Crown and Cokes. Now quite liquered up, we got to talking to the younger bartender and asking him about the popular places in town. He proclaimed that the "Blue Mule" was going to be the happening place that night. So we got a cab and headed downtown towards the "Blue Mule"! An interesting little nightclub, seems all of Penticton was there that night though. The place was packed, the girls were everywhere and the booze once again began to flow. *disclaimer* I was pretty sloshed at this point and so have only vague recollections of what proceeded over the remainder of the night. I do recall a very friendly waitress coming over and making sure we always had a drink or 4.. I continued with the Crown and Coke's for a couple rounds and the other pilot was back onto beer. We learned that our waitress "Yohnna" was from some Europian country and enjoyed partying it up in Penticton. She tried to get us to buy drinks for some girl who's birthday it was (Likely her 19th.. eek) and before we could go one way or another, some other girl came over and flat out asked us to buy HER drinks. We chatted her up for a bit, she was there with all her friends and she was as drunk as we were I'm pretty sure. She was going on and on about how much courage it takes a person to come up and ask someone else to buy them a drink and then all of a sudden some more of her friends walked in the room and she went running off to meet them. I bumped into a few girls on my way back from the facilities and they took that as my inclination to get dancin with them, so we had a little 4 way groove session for a couple of mins until the song changed and I continued back to the table where the other pilot was busy plotting my demise. The bastard started ordering Jager and 7-Up. I'm not a fan of this drink. After 2 rounds of this, I had pretty much reached my limit for the night and had a really awful taste in my mouth from the last couple of drinks. We headed out of the club, but not before chatting up some other girls as we left. I can't recall anything from that conversation! Outside we hopped into a cab, and to our amazement it was the same cabby. We returned back to the hotel where I climbed into bed and essentially passed out.

My A/C was on high and my foot was hanging off the side of the bed all night totally exposed to the direct flow of super cooled air! I awoke at 9am and it took quite some time to get my right foot back up to a reasonable core temperature! The proceeding day was a complete write-off. I left the room twice.. once for some lunch and then later that night to grab a little dinner, nothing fancy that's for sure.

Monday was the return to Calgary. We checked the weather before departing and to my horror it was SNOWING! Nothing sticking, but still... white stuff already! It is that time of the year. If I recall correctly it was this time last year that we had our first full on snow storm.

Well there you have it.. and as of right now I currently have NOTHING on the books as our flight schedule is very quiet. This is likely to change, but I wouldn't be surprised if I didn't work again until after my next set of 3 days off which occur Sunday - Tuesday. Oh well... I'll survive. ;)