In our house, January = Bonspiels. February too for that matter, but January is when it starts.
For Big C, that means curling & drinking with his loved ones and for me that means keeping the home fires burning.
When Big C and I first started dating (all the way back in 2008!) I curled with him on weekends and, when we first moved in together, on local league nights since a girl usually takes an interest in what her main squeeze likes (social constructs FTW!). About 2 winters ago I finally admitted to him that curling just wasn’t my thing. I can get through about half a game (with friends and a drink on the ice with me, of course) before my mind starts to wander and I can’t wait to get off the ice.
I know. What kind of Manitoban am I? Not a very good one, obviously 😉
But in the spirit of appreciating where I am in life, I try to take it all in good humor and enjoy these weekends with friends and family.
I’m not gonna lie, in the past these winter weekends used to be quite wild. Nothing but boozy fun and nursing hangovers with ‘hair of the dog’ in the cold air of the rink. But now that we are older (but certainly not wiser) and since some of us have had babies, we’ve all tamed the wildness…for the most part. Curling is still a thing, and we almost always have a full house but now we have adorable babies to add to our enjoyment!