Week Update 10
Following the journey of the modern day version of dumb and dumber: blond and blonder
Julia was walking to the bus stop in the snow, smiling to herself as she'd never been so happy as she was in that moment- the snow is one of the many charms of living in the best ski town in the world. When she got to the bus stop, she got her phone out to message me as to how happy she was, when this guy drove up to the bus stop, unwound his window and started throwing snowballs at her. She was the only one at the bus stop to get hit with snowballs, as the guy next to her was shaking his head, cursing after the car- she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
On Wednesday night, we went to Moe Joe's for Quatchi's birthday, only to find our mate Quatchi behind the bar with his shirt off. Judging by his facebook photos, this seems to be all to common for ol' Quatchi. We ended up playing pool ALL night, where we'd won 4 games in a row- potentially our greatest accomplishment since arriving in Whistler. Speaking of accomplishments, Quatchi's goal to quote "Drink himself into a coma" was nearly achieved. This ended with yet another walk of previously uncharted level of shame to Fat Tony's Pizza- who can be held responsible for that top button that just wont do up.
On Friday night, we went to Buffalo Bills for Ladies Night and we were graced with a glass of free champagne on arrival which later became the disgrace of us. We were making our way onto the dance floor, where we were stopped in our tracks, as inches away from Julia's head was a well-worn Dunlop shoe, as yet another doosh bag was star jumping in the cage on the dance floor, then kicking his legs through the bars and near kicked Julz in the head. We didn't lose momentum though, we soldiered onto the dance floor, only to be approached by a couple of guys, challenging us to a dance off- you'd be surprised how often this happens to me. I politely said "No, we're fine thanks, maybe later!"and then Julia was yelling out from behind me "Do your Sprinkler! Do the Sprinkler!" I think she still had a rush of adrenaline after the near kick to the head but she was already pushing the crowd back to form a circle. What can I say? I was at the mercy of a higher power, I surrendered myself to the crowd's chants and performed my signature move, only to have my opponent break out into a laughable two step- what does he think this is? He was embarrassingly out of his league, not ready to roll with the big boys!
I was telling Anika at work about the dance off at Buffalo Bills which turned into a lively discussion (translated: argument) about who the better dancer between her and I was. As there was clearly only one way of settling this, we had a dance off in the Hat Gallery (as you do) during a quiet period, cranking up "Beat it!" Michael Jackson on the stereo- I reiterate, you'd be surprised how often someone challenges me to a dance off. That was until I tried to show off with a scissor kick and landed on my ankle, falling down on the table of Lillie & Cohoe hats that were on display. This unfortunately meant that Anika won, purely out of default might I add....to be continued. While she was doing her victory laps around the store after her charitable win, and pleased with herself that she escaped a sprained ankle, little did she know what karma had in store for her. As when we were waiting at the bus stop, we turned to find Anika belly smacked against the footpath. She had slipped on the edge of the path, and apparently forgot how to put her hands out to break her fall.
Julia and I share a rare synchronicity- finishing each other's sentences, predicting each other's drink desires etc, so there was no surprise when we were all dressed up in our snowboarding gear which is a task within itself might I add, only to look to one and other with "Can we really be bothered going up to the mountain today?" So we spent the entire day playing pool at Cinnamon Bear, practising our hustling skills and overindulging in the free refills of Coke. Our pool obsession has provided us with a whole new realm in which to connect, that is of course until Julia somehow cut her finger on the pool cue- our pool date was short lived after this. She went up to the bar to ask for a bandaid to control the excessive bleeding despite it having the similarities of a paper cut, only to have the waitress say straight off the bat, "Pool injury?" like this was a regular occurrence. Instead of giving Julia a bandaid, she pulls out an actual bandage for Julia's paper cut- ohhh pleeease!
It really hasn't been Julia's week between strangers pelting snow balls at her, doosh bags near kicking her in the head and an unexplainable cue stick injury. It didn't stop there, after a night out at Tommy Africa's for the traditional 80's Night, Julia woke up with the surprise of a black eye, we are yet to put our finger on the pulse as to how this occurred. We've narrowed it down to a potential jumping the pizza queue at Fat Tony's Pizza, this is the likely of scenarios. The night was quite the fuzz of visibility, thanks to the berry flavoured cider- the beverage that helps define Canadians within the international boozemmunity.
Oh and further to the one German sentence that I know of "Ich bin eine Nuss, im eine Buse!" (translated: I'm a nut on a bus), this became the amusement on the bus, when yet another doosh bag (hmmm...sensing a pattern?) thought it was perfectly acceptable to try to take away a slice of my pizza. This got the same reaction, as the doosh that tried taking my glow sticks at a glow party- as Fat Tony's Pizza is at 3am, it's not a good place to be. As there were Swiss-German guys sitting in front of us on the bus who were as equally unimpressed with this guy, I thought what better timing to put my one German sentence to good use and call him a nut on a bus in German. That ended with high fives walking down the aisle.
Love
Lydia and Julia x
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