Left work on Friday and ran to meet Ed at the train station like Charlie (the Chocolate Factory one) when he got his Golden Ticket… because we were flying out to freaking Paris for the weekend.
Got there Friday night, had all of Saturday to laze in the sun with him and Laura (Syntaxe Error) and drink beer at the Eiffel Tower. Met up with the other officials on the evening and found out one of our OPRs has gone AWOL and no one has heard from him in ages… so we replaced him with a 16-year-old. Yes. SIXTEEN.
Sunday was bout day. Double header. headline game was Team France v Team Netherlands. It was also 25 degrees. We woke up early and walked an hour in the sun with our kit to get to the venue. They wanted us there at 10am. It didn’t start til 1pm. HAGGARD.
The venue was odd. You walked through the door and directly into the sports hall. It had a strange feel of being a swimming pool. I can’t even explain why. Something to do with the wooden fascias and the blue paint work. I had a nap on the bench while we waited to start. The Kid (16-year-old Capucine) turned up. We were worried. Wat Ze said she was good. We trusted him.
She put her skates on and DAMN. She was cracking. Awesome footwork, great positioning, little timid on calls at first but really fell into it quickly. Total pleasure to skate with. She did get the piss ripped out of her for having a dire case of resting-bitch-face, but at 16 years old… if that’s the only problem we could spot with her reffing national-level leagues… I think we’re ok. (Keep an eye out for her, she is going to be fantastic. Her skate and ref name is Cass’Burn).
Monday we spent being lazy tourists, hung out with Uchka and spent the day on the open top tourist buses learning about the city and its history (lots of battles, lots of victories, hieroglyphics and fountains). Then headed home ready for bed and work in the morning. The come down will be RUBBISH. Considering I hadn’t been to France in my entire life, twice in a few months seems a little excessive. But I love it.