Consuming Rudolph.

Tonight, I had the most amazing night of my time in Iceland, ever. It's almost depressing in the sense that I can't imagine anything greater than the dinner conversation we enjoyed tonight.

Josh mentioned that I had been invited to dinner with some Canadian expats, at an Iceland hockey player's house.

Little did I know, the 'hockey player's house' was the captain of the national team, Ingvar. His best friend, and another national team player, Siggy, was the host, along with his wife, Gudrun. Ingvar and Siggy happen to play for Skautafelag Akureyrar, and Ingvar might be my D-partner this season. The Canadian equivalent, would be eating at Jarome Iginla's house, with Sidney Crosby (Siggy) as the guy passing you the sweet potatoes and, get this, reindeer. Yes, I have a new favourite meat. Gudrun mentioned that the particular reindeer we were eating was a one year-old male, shot without a permit by her brother in the eastern fjords of Iceland. She also served coconut ice-cream and raspberry puree for dessert.

Dinner lasted four and a half hours, from 8pm-12:30 am. Brennivin was consumed. Further information on this semi-dangerous substance is available on everybody's favourite website, here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brenniv%C3%ADn

Anyhow, Siggy and Guga are awesome. It would have seemed odd to take pictures of the proceedings, but I took them when it seemed socially acceptable. Here are some:

A painting hung in the house. The black figures are people. I would trade a kidney for this painting.

For those with a discerning eye, the napkins are plays on the traditional Icelandic sweater, the lopapeysa, or "lopi".