SNOW! Tonnes of the stuff. Snow has been the story of the week, and has been involved in most of the notable events as well. The most notable of which was Nick getting arrested in the midst of an epic snowball fight on Saturday night.
This weekend was my 22nd birthday, and was also the weekend the lifts opened. After a good day’s riding, some hut tub action and the now-traditional Steak Saturday, a bunch of us went out on Saturday night to celebrate the monumental occasion. A couple of drinking games later and we were at the bus stop hurling snowballs at each other (or at the ground in my case – it turns out alcohol doesn’t improve your aim). The bus ride into the village was eventful as usual. It turns out alcohol also makes Joe much more gullible, and when I told him to get off the bus he duly did. I had, of course, told him the wrong stop, and Joe and Damien had to be rescued by Jim once we arrived in the village.
Anyway, to cut what is becoming a long and boring story short, another snowball fight broke out whilst we were waiting for the bus home. Everything that moved seemed to be fair game, which was bad news for cars and anyone not involved in the fight. As part of the mighty team Middle of the Road (vs. ‘just like watching Wednesday’ Team Bus Stop) Nick and me were thrilling men, women and children alike with our snow-lobbing skills. The bus eventually turned up, and unfortunately for Nick he chose the moment two policemen appeared behind him to throw a snowball straight at it. The last we saw of Nick, he was being frog-marched away as we were getting on the bus.
Luckily Nick wasn’t charged, and although he spent the night in the delightful company of Whistler’s police (I can’t say for sure whether the guy from Due South was involved, but I’d say there’s a 70% chance he was) he was let home in the morning.
The past week hasn’t all been law-breaking though, and I’ve almost got a job sorted at Longhorns. Longhorns is an awesome bar at the bottom of the main slope and gondola, and I’ve been called back to talk to the head chef and sous chef on Wednesday. Working there would be awesome, as not only does it have a great atmosphere and a bunch of cool people working there, but they also want to train me up to be a prep cook. I know I am King Masterchef, but I could still learn a couple of things I’m sure.
I haven’t ridden (snowboarded when you’re not in Whistler) since Saturday, and pretty much all my muscles are aching, so I’m doing the sensible thing and getting a full day on the slopes in tomorrow. My board is awesome, and pretty much everyone I’ve met is a better boarder than me, so I should hopefully start improving soon. The terrain is so much more varied on the slopes than anywhere else I’ve been, and the powder has been unbelievable so far. Phil, you will love it! I’m totally going to do a backflip before the end of the season.
I’m now watching Twilight, which needs far more Wesley Snipes and/or Sarah Michelle Gellar. Next entry soon, along with some snow photos to amaze you all.
Today’s Wisdom: Vampires don't sparkle.
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