Commence my first week of work, yes in the Hat Gallery in Whistler Village, I'm still not sure why this warrants a giggle every time I say that. It's so chilled out there, no stress and surrounded by...yes..you got it...HATS! What more could a girl want??I spend my days playing dress ups from wearing top hats to cowboy hats, every day in the Hat Gallery is a movie montage.
After the altercation with the bear, I thought it best to educate myself on the appropriate steps t take when faced with a bear. I brought myself a book "The Life of a Whistler Bear", it was either that or "How to Prevent a Bear Attack"- I'm just not taking any chances, that sort of attitude will get you swiftly clawed by a bear- and don't be mistaken, these things do happen, as per "The Life of a Whistler Bear". Although when I was telling a girl from work about my fear of bears, she had said that I should be more concerned about Cougars. Oh, great! Now I'm going to have to get a book about "How to Prevent a Cougar Attack." Julia thinks I'm getting a little obsessive with bears, as I walk home jingling my keys to ensure that any bears steer clear, although I'm pretty sure that if she were face to face with a bear, I would be the girl she would want standing next to her. Further to my dedication towards protecting myself against bears, I have borrowed the Man Vs Wild dvd, I figure who better to learn from than the man himself, Bear Grills!
As for the big birthday bash- I had such an awesome night. Julia and I went out with our new friends to a glow party at Moe Joe's nightclub, where we danced up a storm and not to toot my own horn (Toot toot) but we were on the "guest list", that's right, bypassed the line with no cover charge- yes I know, how very exclusive of us! Shots after shots chased down by Canadian beer- a dangerous combination. I'm not sure whether I have mentioned it to you in previous emails, but you don't get hang overs here, the bizzarrest thing ever but LOVING it, as I'm sure you remember that I am known to suffer badly- no more embarrassing spews in gloria jeans. I thought I was killing it until Julia subtly pointed out what a tool I looked like with glow paint smattered all over my face and a glow stick around my head- (which I was apparently reluctant to part with the entire night)- perhaps you can get away with that when our 18 but apparently at 23 it is just not that hot. Julia was a right off before we even got to the nightclub, I had to ask the waitress to keep the waters coming- but she did sober up and it became quite the role reversal, me being the right off. That aside, there were a couple of pash and dashes between us- my one (name unknown) definitely had his beer goggles on, as I was certainly no Miss Canada that night.
As per the facebook posting, I woke up with "what was" the resemblance of a '23' that was originally painted on my face, which by this stage had smeared across my forehead and woke to chocking on a glow stick which had made it's way down to my neck. I'm still finding these glow sticks in the bed- really can't explain. So between the mish mash of glow paint slapped on my face, mascara staining my cheeks, beer crusted hair and to top it off the nightclub stamp which is now permanently tattooing my wrist, I think it's safe to say that I was a real trash bag on my 23rd birthday- glad maturity comes with age.
Not TOO many stories to tell from the night but more than enough disgusting photos which I can assure you will not be making an appearance on facebook. And more ruined ballet flats, I can only imagine your surprise, yes we still haven't learnt our lesson- we're like the kid who kept touching the hot plate. And we still at genuinely surprised when we come home with destroyed shoes and frozen toes!
Love
Lydia and Julia x
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