Lydia & Julz Go Large Week 14

  

Week Update 14

Each Winter season there is a new batch of instant locals that appear and as Winter comes to an end, we say good-bye to newly formed friendships- that's the Whistler way, love 'em and leave 'em. We've had to say good-bye to a few of our friends, (Stacey, Alex, Amanda) and one of which is Will, where we'd spent his last night watching him play at Dusty's Pub for open mic night. Will on guitar teamed up with Luey, who all the boys seem to have a man crush on. Who am I kidding? Myself included, as when he'd sung 'Brown- Eyed Girl' I think it was clear that this one went out to me, he was subtle as a gun looking into my brown eyes, it totally makes sense that he was asking me to be his brown-eyed girl- oh Luey! I don't know what it is but we all get the beer goggles on when a guy can sing, he could be smacked with the ugly stick and we'd still throw our underwear at him, although that gesture of passion probably doesn't apply to mine. Even Steven Tyler was labelled under Cosmo's Hottest 100 and I don't think his salmon lips earned him that title, you could put a hook on those bad boys yet all the billboards point to him as the pinnacle of perfection- the glitz and glamour of show biz can be fickle bitch! Julia was blind-sided when Ary Newfield hit the stage, if is weren't for her crutches restricting her from throwing herself onto him or the very least preventing her from throwing her Bonds to the wind, she could have been up for a restraining order.

Julia and I had our first team meeting for the Hat Gallery, where our boss had taken us all out for dinner at Sushi Village. Sushi Village is the epitome of responsible serving of alcohol, as they started our table with a gigantic bottle of Saki, enough for 4-5 shots each and not to mention the Saki Margaritas that were ordered as "keep 'em coming" Once again, we succumbed to the "just try it" where our boss swore that raw tuna just "melts in your mouth" Well..I fell into that gullible web, it was like mouldy jelly slapped in soy sauce, hardly appetising. Word to the wise, raw tuna is something you do not want to be hurling the next day, nothing good comes of Saki and raw tuna,oh God! the thought is making me throw up a little in my mouth which earlier extended to the bathroom and off the balcony. We were victims of the Saki shots and for those of you who haven't had this before, it's exactly like heated up metho. To summarise that evening, I think it's safe to say that we were all pretty legless, where our boss had to walk us home, as even the Saki couldn't numb the fear of bears that are starting to pop their heads up in Whistler, oh I don't think Bear Grills has a segment on drunken disorderly bear confrontations- I just hope we don't try and hug one!

Love

Lydia and Julia x

Lydia & Julz Go Large Week 13

Week Update 13

Doctor Update: Julia went to the doctor again this morning for the final verdict to stay or not to stay that tis the question. The doctor leant over Julia's knee, inspecting the extent of the injury, then out splashes dribble, running down Julia's knee- that's right, the doctor had slagged on Julia's leg- happens to the best of us. Once he wiped his mouth, he continued to inform her that she will not need any immediate surgery and that she will need to have physio therapy 2-3 times a week.

This week's highlight was St Patrick's day, another great excuse to "drown the shamrock" as the Irish say, in between intervals of "Feckin Eejit!" which was shouted around the Duhb Linn Gate pub, mainly at the Aussie's wearing patriotic tshirts with "I'm not Irish but I'm hoping to get lucky St. Patrick's Day"- Ah Aussies are so predictable, we present with such class. Naturally we gravitate towards the only Irish pub in Whistler to celebrate, with our homemade shamrock earrings (well...that screams broke!) set out to find ourselves a leprechaun and get our three free drinks- I'm sure that's how folklore has it. Please note, there is nothing attractive about guys in lycra! What the feck you say? Contrary to "Luck of the Irish", we weren't going to rely of our leprechaun for free drinks who clearly didn't get the memo of the effects of guys in lycra, this was one day of the year I could have been without my contact lens. We drank the infamous cider in The Hat Gallery to avoid the expense of having to top up with green beer at Dubh Linn Gate pub until 11pm- you can only imagine how the green mouths were all the trend.  Following the signs in Duhb Linn Gate pub of 'Caution: May induce river dancing' we took it upon ourselves to make Michael Flatley proud with our own version of river dancing which somehow resembled more like Aladdin's Arabian Genie dance. It was up there with the sprinkler and we all know what a show stopper that move is?! Need I say anymore- although I must say, that Celtic tunes do wonders for the overall effect of the Sprinkler- just saying. Aside from losing Emilie in the hot dog line, and being shoved by a policeman who cut the line at a taxi rank and waking up to poutine all over my face to an endless trail of green beads in the bed, it was quite the memorable St. Pat's Day.

We invited Anika and our boss Nicole around for lasagna and a haircut- this was the ultimate test as to whether Julia would still have a job by the end of the night. Fighting against the obstacle of the 4 bottles of red wine, she managed to avoid giving our boss a bowl cut. It's amazing the confidence that you acquire after a few wines, as Anika made the impulsive decision to cut her hair off into a bob during conversations of her boyfriend's missing ball- "They still don't know where it went." Aside from the Merlot giving obvious gaps of the night, it was a lovely evening with good company.  

Love

Lydia & Julia x

Lydia & Julz Go Large Week 12

Week Update 12

I'm no stranger to the array of notices on my car, it's become second nature to check the front of the car before I get in, searching for parking fines or notes of abuse as I've taken up two car parks. So there was no surprise to find a bright pink notice, nothing screams alert like a bright pink notice,  labelled 'Parking Infraction'- I roll my eyes, "Story of my Life" whereas Julia goes into panic mode. It turns out that our van is scheduled to be towed the next day, as the snow removal company is unable to "properly maintain the parking area" as our car hasn't been moved in a while.  By this stage, snow had piled a good metre around the car, reaching as far as the windows. We naturally left it to the last minute, delaying the inevitable. We thought we'd park it around to our friend Anika's house to buy ourselves a bit of time until we work out what to do with it, with the added bonus of staying there for dinner. As Anika's roommate has his hot friend staying, we dolled ourselves up for dinner, and had thought we'd quickly dig out the car before dinner. We borrowed our neighbours avalanche shovel which is the size of a child's spade, to dig out the car. Little did we know that this would take over an hour to do. I was in farm girl form, digging out the car in the snow, so much so that I covered the red wine with snow, add another 15 mins on top of that until we were able to find the merlot. By this stage you can forget about the time spent straightening our hair and doing our make-up, in between intervals of whinging, Julia ran back and forth filling up buckets of warm water and if she wasn't doing that she spent the time tuning the radio in the car, nothing emphasises the ability to prioritise than tuning the radio while redeeming yourself from a parking violation. Julia pleased with herself, yells out"I've got it!" I came out from behind the van, so excited thinking that we'd finally got the car out, when Julia continues with, "Yeah, I got the Victoria station to work". 


We've declared that this is the year to experience new things,although stealing the Christmas tree wasn't what we had in mind when we had this epiphany. We went to Sushi Village which is almost famously on par with the mountains here, for our friend Alex's going away dinner. Although, Julia and I are no lovers of seafood by any stretch of the imagination, and tried offering a feeble excuse to meet her out afterwards, trying to avoid that awkward moment of "Just try it!" Well, that didn't got to plan, as we found ourselves surrendering to the peer pressure, trying a  mix of raw tuna for the first time, alongside spiced tofu, prawns and crab sushi (not on purpose!) washed down with uncounted Saki Margaritas. At Sushi Village, you have to take off your shoes, and as we are forever low on socks in our house, I was wearing Julia's mum's rather attractive bright orange socks which I believe were the envy of all the restaurant onlookers.That night ended with me falling asleep at the bus stop by myself, and missing the bus- it happens to the best of us!

We went out Wednesday night to Buffalo Bills for local night which could only be described as the greatest dance debacle in Whistler.In a moment of inexplicable lust on the dance floor with her new friend, Julia pulled out a sexy Shakira hip movement, and low and behold out pops a knee, it was one hell of a dance move. After the "Oh f#@*'s!" and "Get Lydia!" Julia couldn't walk, not even vodka could numb the pain. She had to be carried out in the arms of her new friend- ever so subtle. Well...that would have been a better story than her slipping on the ice outside our condo. Needless to say, the following day was spent erratically driving Julia around in a wheelchair, if you think my driving was like Nemo, you should see the skills I have wheeling Julia around- they really should make the doorways wider! It turns out that the Shakira move has left her on crutches with a dislocated knee cap, klutzy seems to be insurable. Julia is off to the doctor again tomorrow for a C T scan, so we'll update you when we know more.

Love

Lydia & Julia x

Lydia & Julz Go Large Week 11

Week Update 11

We got home at 3am, we're Julia had the bright idea of having a hot tub in the hotel down the bottom of our condo despite the welcoming signs of 'Trespassers will be Prosecuted' just one of the perils of hot tubing. She woke up our roommate at 3 o'clock to go with  her, as I was in no state to be her partner in crime. After a couple of drinks she lost all her inhibition and trailed through the blistering cold in nothing but her bikini's and gumboots. They came back half and hour later, after the security guard had kicked them out, as the security guard was a clear indication that she could help herself to the hotel's hot tub by all means....

As further testimony to the accident prone duo that we are, we went to Cinnamon Bear for a couple of drinks and to further develop our hidden talent on the pool table. And as we were innocently standing there drinking, minding our own business, the girl behind us picked up her coaster and frisbeed it in an attempt to hit her friend but found it's way into the side of Julia's head- the hits just keep on coming. As the pool tables were taken, we went to Buffalo Bills, as we had received a text message earlier in the day asking whether they could put our names on the guest list for Ladies Night- it has not been without its sacrifices to get to this point with the night clubs, let me tell you. We actually hadn't planned on going out, as I was still in my gumboots, hoodie and toque (beanie) when we had arrived. We were in Bills for 5 mins, when I had turned to Julia quoting Ron Burgundy (Anchorman), "I'm kind of a somebody, you may have heard of me" then suddenly out pops a bouncer asking me to take of my toque. After a "lively discussion" as to how my hair hadn't been prepared for public viewing, he escorted me out of Bills. Much like Whistlerites, we've all replaced the hairdo with a toque. I clearly missed the memo on the strict dress code, as my gumboots were not a problem when we had wandered through the VIP line. After being escorted out, I saw our friend Disco Dave who is a bouncer at the door. I ran up to him to give him a hug and also whinge about the toque saga, and as I was rushing toward him, to add insult to injury, I flipped over the chain that was dividing the entrance and exit of Bills- such a delicate swan.

In an attempt to stay home this week, our friend Anika came around to our condo for dinner, and as she lives nearby, we walked her home after fearful cougar stories that had been told during the night- as apparenty she lives on a hill which is home to the cougars. As we walked back, glued to one and other, looking around for cougar sightings, Julia decides it would be funny to start a snow fight. Well.....it was on like Donkey Kong, as we ran down the street pelting snow balls and one and other. Most people would aim for the body due to rocks and other surprises that are naturally amongst the snow, but No! Not ol' Julia! Oblivious to these hazards, she pelts a snow ball at my face- ah hello and goodbye contact lens in my left eye. When we got home after calling a truce, we got out our magic carpets and went flying down the icy hill outside our condo at 11:30 at night. Our roommate Toivo and his two buddies Dustin and Benny got amongst it, fighting to the finish line. Toivo, in true Canadian style had obviously done this before, as he was in sprint mode running down the hill then belly smacking the magic carpet to win the first heat, all with a beer in one hand- if that's not talent, I don't know what is. Dustin was having difficulty sitting on the magic carpet, claiming that he was allergic to the snow so his mate Benny yelled out helpfully, "Pretend it's Narnia"- quote of the night. Benny is a Howard off the Big Bang Theory look alike and just as perverted as the character, as when we'd walked out of the room, I foolishly didn't sign out of my facebook and returned to find my status as 'Mmmm...4skin!'

                                      
 Julia and I usually get the same days off together, so we went up to the mountain on both our days off. We've progressed from the learning area and started boarding all over Whistler Mountain, the green runs (easier), as there is a significant reduction in face plants. We're really enjoying it now and can proudly use the term "shredded the mountain". Jullia is up with all the snowboarding lingo, as when we were boarding down 'Whiskey Jack' she told me to watch out for the moguls. I yelled out to her "What the hell are moguls?" (my only association with the word is that it's the name of the cafe that feeds my coffee addiction which could explain how the name came about- A-ha!) and before she could answer, I found myself somersaulting over a mogul (clump of snow). I can feel my tailbone diminishing by the minute, as I have been chipping away at it for months. Since we've gained a little confidence, we've started exploring different parts of the mountain, and misread a sign that pointed to a blue run (most difficult) and found ourselves facing a 50 metre drop- this was surprisingly called the 'Mogul' run- as that has clearly been working out for me. After the "Oh God! What do we do?" as we were too far down the run to turn back, we formed a strategy that would be more suited to someone of our level of snowboarding, and took off our snowboards and slid down on our bums. As the hill was so steep, we picked up too much speed and ended up rollie polling down the 50 metre drop with our snowboards flying miles ahead of us. We never really understood why people go crazy over the "Powder Days", as the amateur boarders that we are, we were under the assumption that this was to cushion your fall, but it' turns out that it's a dream to ride on.

We even saw Joshua Jackson on the mountain, and of course I was without any make-up. I think we can all learn a lesson from this: Wear make-up on the mountain, you never know who you may bump into. I will be well prepared for when I run into Rob Patterson, as Twilight are filming their new movie in Squamish next week. So don't be surprised if we come back with a restraining order, after suspiciously lingering around the Twilight set in hope that Rob Patterson will throw out a used coffee cup...ebay...what can I say? I have a healthy love for the guy.


Julia and I have been pretty broke this week, hence the proposed quiet week however this is really just an opportunity to be more resourceful and creative. We made homemade pina coladas with 1 cup of snow from our balcony, and took two small jaggermessier bottles that we shoved in the bottom of our purses- invisible to the untrained eye. We were ready for Tommy Africa's 80's Night, allowing ourselves a budget of $10 which we anticipated would be the cover charge. If the finance industry has taught me one thing, is to effectively create a budget. We got to the door, where Julia sneakily told the bouncer that we were on Alex's guest list and avoided giving up our last $10 which was later used to fund our chicken burrito on the way home. Speaking of burritos, we spent most of the night with a group of Mexicans, an information source of the hot spots for our trip to Mexico, and getting a little taste of the Mexican culture. 

 On the note of 80's night, there is nothing more dangerous than a side ponytail on 80's Night, as once again, the side pony had clean swiped my contact lens out of my eye- the side pony is the main offender for the contact lens robbery.


To Do List: Order more contact lens

 Love


Lydia & Julia x

Julia's Little Friend

Julia sharing a moment with her little friend

Julia having a snuggle with her little friend

Julia passing out with her little friend