Our Father, who art in Calgary, Bobsled be thy name.

Sunday afternoon,

raining on my window panes,

I need Jamaica.

That's a little haiku I whipped up in honor of our Cool Runnings party today. Yes, the Disney-portrayed Jamaican bobsled team that slid into the Olympics and our hearts graced my apartment today in one of the most random and awesome theme parties I've ever witnessed. What are the ingredients? For starters, you need a heavy supply of rum beverages. In this case, we used enough piña coladas to turn anyone into the kind of club-toting, raw-meat-eating, Me-Tarzan-You-Jane-ing, big, bald bubblehead that can only count to ten if he's barefoot or wearing sandals. Step two involves a bit of almost Caribbean dessert: namely, bananas foster.  Once you've got the coconut pineapple juices flowing and some happy bellies stuffed full of brown-sugar-rum-butter bananas, you're ready to feel good with Doug E. Doug and John Candy. We laughed, we cried, but there's one key element missing: bobsled style pictures. Nothing makes you feel like the best pushcart driver in all of Jamaica like lining up some chairs, setting the timer on the camera, and coordinating some fun. The inspirational classic of pride, perseverance, and friendship brings a little sun to any Asian monsoon afternoon.

Feel the rhythm! Feel the rhyme! Get on up, its bobsled time! COOL RUNNINGS!

"Left!"

"Crash!"

"Gold!!"