Beer and Fudge

Okay, I know I just did a posting about 10 minutes ago but then I started reading a blog of a friend of mine and she starts off by saying that you can't look for friends. Immediately my summer of '88 popped into my head contradicting her so I thought I would share.

The summer of '88 was basically the best summer of my life. My best friend and I flew out west to work for the summer. We were between years in University. We didn't have a job waiting for us. We just went out there with a hope, a wish and a prayer! The first day we trudged up the main street of Banff kindly asking the hotels to hire us. By the end of the day we were begging them!

Long story short...we ended up getting a job at the Chateau Lake Louise where we proceeded to have the best time of our lives...dancing every night, hiking, mountain climbing, lots of parties!

Fast forward 2 months down the road...a friend we met in Lake Louise decided she was going to Whistler to find work so we decided to join her and ended up getting waitressing jobs. However, the joy and friendships we had in Lake Louise weren't present in Whistler. The set up just wasn't the same. We actually had to hitch hike back and forth to work everyday which kept us removed from a lot of the action in the village (our hitch hiking stories is fodder for a blog of it's own).

So, getting to the finding friends part. One day we decided to look for a couple of cool guys to hang out with around where we lived. There were a row of townhouses there so we decided to just knock on the doors looking for cool guys. Guess what? It worked!! The first door we knocked on there were 2 guys living there. They were drinking beer and eating frozen fudge. We pretended we were looking for someone else and when they said that guy didn't live there we just kept talking to them anyway. Soon we were sitting at their kitchen table eating fudge and drinking with them! We actually hung out with them for a good portion of the summer.

Now, that was many years ago and I was just a university student and didn't think much about what my girlfriend and I actually did. But now I'm thinking about it from the guys point of view. They're just sitting there by themselves minding their own business and 2 university chicks unexpectantly knock at their door. Five minutes later their sharing a drink with them! I wonder how they tell their version of this story?