Week Update 15
This week we've been introduced to the American frat boy game of 'beer pong', hardly the sort of ping pong game you would find in Thailand but both with the common action of dodging slippery ping pong balls that fly in all directions. This is the perfect game for pre-drinks, aside from the ping pong marks imprinted on your forehead, it is so much fun and is definitely worth introducing to you all when we get back home!
Who would have thought that amongst the (I am yet to source out a better term for sausage fest) there were enough girls in Whistler to host an all girls event? The whopping 30 women that live in Whistler all congregated to the 'Pink Taco Party', where we celebrated our good friend Anika's last night in Whistler. As there was a mandatory dress code of 'wear something pink', we made our own pink fascinators- another cost-effective creation and we all topped it off with bright pink lipstick, which became the common denominator at the party, bringing out the nicotine stains of a great portion of the crowd's teeth just beautifully- It was Barbie's disco! And the only few Ken dolls that were around, were serving drinks and tapas, in a (whatever the opposite antonym for a sausage fest is- an Egg Salad according to the Urban Dictionary!), oh and let's not forget the tattooed Cupid that welcomed us in- as if the unlimited tacos weren't incentive enough. Kens' and Cupid were the victims of bitches on heat. One Ken thought I was amongst the feeding frenzy, as I was hunting him down all night, little did he know that it was because of his tray of chocolate cupcakes- like a moth to a flame!
We had such a great night, dancing the macarena on the podium to 'Girl's just want to have fun' . It could be these habits that might in fact be perpetuating our single state.
I thought I had the original idea of wearing a pink wig to the party, yeah that and 20 other women, which I later ended up spewing in. Nothing compromises the hair piece's ability to look sexy than a bit of recycled taco! We were in the midst of a taco hungry mob, and if there is one thing I've learnt this week, is that you do not stand in between a girl and her taco, well that and to steer clear of feather hair extension booths.
We woke to find that we each had a feather hair extension that was glued in our hair, I had a bright pink feather- pink of all colours, I think I can forget about wearing my new red rain hat and Julia woke to a bright blue one in her blonde hair- an obvious aftermath of copious amounts of cider. I guess in the bigger scheme of things, it's low on the spectrum of 'What the hell did we do last night?' closely behind waking up with a tattoo. In a state of vague panic at the trashy strand in our hair, Julia was upset at how deceiving the strobe lights are, as she distinctively remembers that the feather hair extension was a nice shade of aqua. As the lyrics go, "All the crazy shit I did last night, those will be the best memories."
Our very own paparazzi queen went berserk with the camera...again, taking near 50 photos from the night. Our attention must have been impaired by the triple shot margarita buckets, as when we'd looked through the photos the next morning, I couldn't help but notice that pink lipstick was everywhere but our lips- thank God, we were in a room full of Egg Salad!
Love
Lydia and Julia x
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