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
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