![]() On New Year’s Eve, I joined a whole bunch of great people to celebrate the end of a very long year. This year the snow was way too crazy so we held the party on the 28th instead. ![]() Mom carved the turkey on Christmas Day, having cooked it as well – it was delicious!Įvery year on Boxing Day we have a big family get-together for my mom’s side of the family. We put up a tree and decorated it really quickly, but it looked really nice. This is the view from inside his office on Granville St, while warming up on the stationary bike: My physio says that my knee is doing very well, and I’ve got some exercises to do to make it even better. I had two physiotherapy sessions while I was in town. Waiting for two of many late buses, I took these shots: On one of my many walks in the snow, I took a few photos of art drawn in the snow on parked cars: I bought a shirt for $3 in Bangkok the day before flying out, and my friend Margarita Reyes decided it needed to be Christmassified, so she got out her red and white felt and made a Santa hat to pin on my shirt! Waiting in the car for my sisters, this was what I was looking at: I flew into Vancouver December 17 to surprise my family and friends for Christmas, and this is what it looked like from the plane: That didn’t stop them from yanking on the beard, insisting it wasn’t real (or, in the case of one of them, insisting that while the beard was real, I had not grown it myself). Of course, some members of the next generation saw past the beard (maybe the eyebrow piercings gave me away?) and knew I wasn’t Santa. When I got home, I shaved my head and washed the purple toner out, leaving me with a relatively white Santa beard with which to scare the next generation of my extended family at our family party on Boxing Day. Once the toner was in, it was time to let Donna enjoy Christmas Eve, so I said goodbye and went home to let the toner sink in a bit longer: Given that my beard was seriously dark brown, it was really impressive to see it change! By 4pm the next day I was sitting in a comfy chair at Studio D Hair Salon in Vancouver.ĭonna went to work on my beard, first bleaching it twice to get it to turn blonde:Īfter the two rounds of bleaching, it was time to shampoo the crap out of it, then putting purple toner in to remove the remaining bits of yellow and turn it as white as possible. With 6 months’ worth of facial hair, I think some of them were really starting to worry about me. I think many of my colleagues didn’t believe me when I told them about this Santa beard thing. From mid-October to the end of my contract in late December, I didn’t even both shaving my head anymore. So, every month thereafter I shaved my head but not my facial hair. The first thing that popped into my head: a Santa Claus beard. Also, I had to come up with a legitimate excuse to keep this farcical facial hair. A month after that, I did the same.Īt that point, seeing my beard and moustache in the mirror each morning, I had to laugh at how ridiculous I looked. ![]() A month later I decided to shave my head, but keep the facial hair. On June 18th I shaved again in Germany, then flew to Côte d’Ivoire the next day to work for Médecins Sans Frontières (Doctors Without Borders). On June 8th I left Canada, relatively clean-shaven. The cake tasted exactly like the hallway of an apartment building that hasn’t had its carpets changed or cleaned since the days when you could smoke inside.Īside from the question of why anyone would voluntarily eat such a thing, you’re probably asking yourself why Santa was in my parents’ home. On Christmas Day 2011, Santa Claus sat in my parents’ home eating a small piece of the last remaining bit of their wedding cake from 31 years ago.
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