A British Tee in Banff

The changing of the guards has now taken place and the Banff Television Festival is in full swing. Sid and I launched into the festival in a different way than normal this year. Rather than our typical waltz into the festivals night life, we decided on a much more tranquil beginning this year (don’t worry we haven’t gone stiff on you – tranquil can still involve madness, mayhem and just a little bit of over imbibing). With free accommodations, we decided we could afford to check out Sunday’s Golf Tournament as we’d heard it was a relaxed environment to get to know some of the festivals movers and shakers. While this is indeed true, the wise old coot running the tourney paired us up with a couple of Brits that he figured would enjoy our sense of humour and perhaps even make it worse. And worse it became.

Banff Tee

Photo by Kevin Fraser

These (for lack of a better word) gentlemen were a hoot! Although their golf was atrocious. They claim that had something to do with me – that normally they were really quite splendid golfers. All I can say is that true to the industry in which they work these gentlemen were absolutely splendid at telling a good story. My most vivid memory is of one of the gentlemen in question winding up for a shot, hitting the nearest tree and having to duck as the ball spiraled back at him. At this point I was rolling on the green with laughter – a phoepa, I am sure, with the more serious golfers on the course.

Oh and best of all – those accents!!! These may not have been appreciated in quite the same way by Sid, but coming from this writer, they were fit to melt any gals heart!

Rocky Mountain Golfer

Photo by Kevin Fraser

Sid on the other hand was a sucker for the cowgirl teeing off right before our foursome, as were most of the men on the course. This wild woman was an absolute delight! Unfortunately this golfer did not fit the criteria that was given with regards to her foursome. Sid would have, however, and delighted in it, I am sure. Sorry Sid!

Since you couldn’t be there, check out the two videos from the day below. One from the golfer’s themselves and one from the Raincity / Bridging Media cats that were out covering the festival.

Kisses,

Emme

PS Click on “The Gals” to see the videos – they follow this post under the category “The Gals”

Beef, Banff and Babes

Well, despite my best efforts, Emme is dragging me, her easternboytoy off to Banff, probably with the inane idea that I’ll cook for her, carry her sorry ass home from whichever bar happens to get in her way. There are a few things that I’m excited about, the culture, the beautiful setting, the honeys, but mostly I’m stoked about getting to meet the people behind a few of my favourite things. I’m also having to catch up on my Gossip Girl watching (thank you TVP) as I get to meet the fabulous Stephanie Savage! I hope Emme won’t be too jealous.I mean, she knows I WILL carry her home, right? Banff nightstand