03 August, 2006

Mean French People

We've been in Squamish for almost a week and we are climbing way better than we did in Smith. Bridgette will soon redpoint an 11a...Partners in Climb, i'm actually leading trad, and David led his first trad climb yesterday like it was some kind of joke. We're doin ok.

So two days ago it got super hot and none of us dressed for the heat because it had been rather cool that morning. Bridgette only had a long sleeve shirt so she snagged David's sleeveless French table tennis shirt and rolled her pants up over her thighs. There are very good pics of this below. We put up a 5.9 and then rapped off the anchors of an 11c so that we could work it on TR and these french people came up to the climb just as we had set up the TR. Well, David and Bridgette were up at the top and the French people were trying to talk to me in French so I got really bold and made up one whole sentence that ended up meaning the opposite of what I was trying to say. But I was so happy to get the chance to speak to real French people...apparently they weren't too thrilled to speak to me because they looked at me like I had 5 eyes or something. They also had no idea that David was French. They carried on for a half hour in french talking about us, and David just sat listening, laughing to himself. First, they critiqued his shoes, which are falling apart; he will soon be better off climbing barefoot. They talked about his shoes trying to figure out what kind of climber he was. And why were we toproping this, these people look like hard climbers. In comes Bridgette. Woah, what the heck is this girl wearing? Why is she wearing a French Ping Pong shirt, maybe she palyed in a tournanment a long time ago, but really where did she get this shirt. (Maybe they are too numb in the head to think that maybe one of us is french) And they talk about her outfit for awhile. And then they get really frusterated that we're climbing this on toprope. But the best part is when we start to climb. I am first and the beginning gives me trouble, rightly so it is 11c. And then Bridgette comes and does it pretty smoothly but it still looks hard. By this time they are like, hmmm are you sure you know what grade this is? Maybe it is 7a (some sort of 12)...and they start to pack up and leave. Funny mean french people. Of course, this is the censored version we got from David, who knows what else they had to say. We got some good laughs out of it anyway. Then we watched them flail on it the next day...climber's revenge :)

Time for dinner...and some eagle watching.


Blogger wild and wonderful said...

bridgette is super hot! all of the boys in wild and wonderful west virginia miss her and her harem! i for one, sure hope she comes back through appalachia soon. a house full of beautiful climbing gals sure can do a lot for a poor lonely (recently single) boy's sense of well being.

3:10 AM  
Blogger lili musqué said...


it's like that all the time in france ;o)
lastly, I went in a night club in paris and a few girls laught at my shoes too (birkenshtock)!
Ho well, next time I will try the table tennis shirt as well! :oP

10:38 AM  

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