The Jolie has come to Nunavut. If you don’t know what that means, you should probably read up on it. For those of you who have been salivating with anticipation of details of her visit, I apologize for the wait! You see, The Jolie has this thing about photos, and I’m sure her other hosts have had to deal with her “handlers”. Unfortunately, since we’re so far north, we’ve had to have all her photos approved at great distance. But no more waiting! Here she is in all her Jolicity.
This is by far the most northern of her adventures so far. Also the most cold. As gracious hosts, we welcomed her into our home and invited her to our Superbowl party. We also decided to bring her out to experience Wing Night at The Storehouse. It’s an Iqaluit tradition! She’s been trying to turn over a new leaf and make friends with some of the inhabitants of our new home, but…well…she’s The Jolie. It appears she’s rather set in her ways. Regardless, she has made some friends. And she’s definitely had some adventures. Let me tell you about some of them…
When the Jolie arrived, she was coming off of a week-long journey from New Brunswick. Luckily her wonderful host Wendy sent along some dulse with her in order to prevent her from starving. It worked, but there wasn’t much dulse left in her little paper bag when she showed up.
After showing her where she’d be staying for the next week or so, she quickly starting wandering off on her own to make some new friends. Her first encounter ended up being our calico, Brit. There was a bit of a standoff, but they ended up getting along pretty well for the most part.
When she arrived, it was prime sleeping time for our other cat Jemaine. She slowly stalked him from afar, and eventually approached his travel crate that he usually can be found in during the day.
As you can tell, Jemaine looks pretty sleepy here. Unfortunately for The Jolie, she mistook dopey for docile, and they quickly got into a fight.
Following her encounter with Jemaine, The Jolie decided that she needed to brush up on her survival skills. She decided to check out our book collection and came across a couple of possibly suitable books. Well…possible if you can apply zombie survival techniques to cats and other wildlife.
While over at the books, she noticed our DVD collection and immediately started hunting for her own movies. She started making comments about the lack of Brad Pitt movies under her breath, but eventually all was forgiven when she found these…and exclaimed “I feel like I’m on the red carpet again!” I didn’t bother to mention that she was on a green countertop.
Not too long after her arrival was Superbowl Sunday. So obviously we invited her to the bash. She again disappeared for awhile. Our apartment is not that big. We had no idea what she was doing. Actually, Ian eventually discovered what we suspect was some of what was keeping her occupied when she ran off – read about that here. But we had guests to prepare for, so we had to get going. We later discovered that while we were preparing some of this…
…she was searching for this…
It would appear that The Jolie does not know much about football, as this jersey belongs to a former NY Giant/current New Orleans Saint…neither of whom were in this year’s Superbowl. But we can’t fault her…it was the only jersey in her size that she could find, and she was really into the spirit of things. That is, until the game started. Halfway through, she commandeered the remote and switched the game to the 7th Annual Puppy Bowl on Animal Planet.
She got really into the Puppy Bowl.
The Jolie decided to take some time during the next week to do some shopping. Here in Iqaluit, and the rest of Nunavut, there are some wonderful Inuit artisans and carvers. Being a Hollywood star and a woman, The Jolie was growing tired of her combat boots. She decided it was time to invest in some lovely kamik (boots) for stylish tromping around town. I later learned she was lying to me, and that they were actually a gift from someone else. I never, ever should have made her a parka! She’s modelling that in a post on our Nunavut blog…
She was also fascinated by some of the carvings she saw. I told her it was improper to haggle too much, as for many carvers, that is their only source of income. Besides…the work is beautiful! We suspect that due to our proximity to the airport, she may have snuck away across the territory to visit some other communities, as she came back one day with an owl that she kept mentioning was from Pond Inlet.
Wednesday rolled around, and Wednesday means Wing Night at The Storehouse. We all packed up and headed up to the Astro Hill Complex and found a great table by the fireplace. The Jolie was immediately taken in by the number of flavours of wings that were available.
She decided she wanted hot wings and was content to steal any of the drinks that the rest of us had ordered.
She had a particular fondness for my Smirnoff Arctic Berry cooler.
She also decided that she wanted to eat most of my potato wedges.
And that was after she polished off a basket of her own wings and some of everyone else’s as well.
Sufficiently full and drunk, she decided it was time to practice some of those survival and hunting skills she had been picking up over the week. She thought she was an amazing shot!
None of us had the heart to tell her that the polar bear was already dead…