Week Update 6
For those of you who, for whatever reason, such as a will to live, do not participate in downhill winter sports, this is an activity that is popular for people who don't think skiing is lethal enough. Although, we thought we' be heroes and go straight to snowboarding. For weeks, I have been telling everyone that I have a BurSton board, when in fact it's a Burton board, a well known snowboarding brand, not great when you've got a certain image to uphold here- ha!
We have progressed from the "breath-catching method" and have attempted the "downhill method" that the crazy kids are doing these days- rather unsuccessfully at that. We boarded from Whistler Creekside through to the Village which is approx 10km away and starts with a 5 metre drop. I flew down the drop with no control, only to cartwheel down the hill for another solid 5 metres; snow flying in all directions and finished with a face plant into the powder. The girls we were boarding with (more experienced) came racing down after me, as they were yet to witness a stack like that this season. I sat up, threw my gloves off, reaching for my nose, as I had seriously thought I had broken it. Once the nose was intact, I laid there for a few more minutes to catch my breath while skiers swooped past and deliberately sprayed snow on me- talk about kick a man when his down! Julia took a more careful approach and slid down on her bum to get down the 5m drop, so 20 mins later we were able to start actual boarding. I went on, only to wind myself another couple of times after the first fall; I made the mistake of not wearing my new Victoria Secret wonder bra to soften the fall. Although, after an hour riding the run, we've started to pick it up quite well. I just wish there were a more graceful way of plummeting the snow, although our friend Anika has this mastered. She was boarding down the hill towards the gondola where everyone is, and got a little over confident- caught an edge and flew over her board. She was so embarrassed but as she had winded herself, she couldn't get up properly, and pulled out her phone to pretend that she was texting to catch her breath back. To sum up our snowboarding experience, we are in a world of pain and have spent the last few days dosed up on ant-inflammatorys. This little mishap has forced us to slow down on the party front, as we;d be restricted to the two step if we were to go out- please!
Despite there being a minor setback on the party scene, we weren't going to miss out on the Australia Day celebrations.The vibe here is so infectious, more so than in Australia. Everyone joined in with arms around shoulders, raised glasses and chants on patriotic pride- everyone wants to be the next John Farnham! The Aussie beer drinking culture runs deep in the Whistler community, I swear if you weren't already Australian, you wished you were as all nationalities were jumping on the Aussie Day bandwagon- putting on their best impersonations of our bogan accents and joining the camaraderie by draping the Australian flag across their half naked bodies, singing "Land Down Under" off key. If you didn't know the words of "Land Down Under" or Jonny Farnham's greatest hits, you certainly did by the end of the day.I was concerned about not being dressed up enough but by the end of the day I had an Australian flag as a cape, the green and gold scarf that Julia had stole for me and a giant blow up finger which was later used as a weapon. Julia went in style with her Aussie flag which was fashionably wrapped around her waist, as the day went on later found it's way to her neck, and then hung from her arm at one point. Everyone was dressed up in there green and gold, one guy even went as far as dressing up as a lobster, the tattooed foreheads were all the rage- don't people realise what a bitch they are to get off! The Canadian camera crew were there to capture all the drunk and disorderly moments, so who knows we may have made an appearance on the Canadian news. And if the news team didn't get us, then Julia, our very own paparazzi queen had her camera on standby. After all, we are Aussie- it comes with a certain expectation to get drunk and out of control, it's a tradition within itself. We caught the 10am bus into the Village, and returned on the 10pm bus, a solid 12 hours of drinking, followed by 10 hours of dancing and a further 24 hours of paying for it! We drunk in true Aussie style and threw back the beers and energized ourselves with red bull cans which were topped up with vodka that we'd smuggled in.
Speaking of red bull and vodka, this guy brought Julia and I a red bull and vodka after he repeatedly asked us where about in Australia are we from. After we'd told him for the 10th time that we live in Tasmania, he continues with; "I never knew Adelaide produced such beautiful women"- that comment should have cost him more than just a red bull and vodka. There goes my New Year's resolution to tolerate idiots more gladly, provided this does not encourage them to take up more of my time- that ship has sailed.
Aside from me near taking out Julia's eye with my giant blow up finger, it was the best Australia Day that we've ever experienced. I think we've well and truly filled our misbehaving quota for the week.
Note to self: If we are here next Australia Day, we need to formulate an evacuation strategy, prior to entering Longhorn's.
Love
Lydia and Julia x
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