Week Update 17
This week is the Telus World Ski and Snowboard Festival which consists of 10 days of free concerts, where visitors and residents alike swarm around in foul weather- the festival a sort of right of passage for the rest of the year. I have never been to a concert with so many Kathmandu jackets in sight, I wonder who the Einstein was that organised such an event during the second snowiest season on record. Well...as intelligent decisions go, we were amongst the blue crowd, too cold to throw our hands above our heads along to the hip hop tunes to the likes of Swollen Members and Tokyo Police Club. Don't feel bad we have no idea what the kids of today are listening to, the idea is to just stand there looking as gangster as possible, bopping your head and throwing in the term "Sick!" every now and again. We're already out of place with the lack of body piercings, baggy mismatched clothes and our inability to use the term Epic correctly. How gangster does one really have to look in the dangerous hood of Whistler?! There is an ecstasy that comes with the festival, as there is an influx of tourists which has brought in more talent to the village and let's not forget about the showbag freebies that has provided an endless supply of chuppa chups. We have tickets to the 'End Party' on the weekend which doesn't finish until 4am, where all the famous snowboarders and skiers will do there thing, although it's not like we're going to know which ones they are.
We were out on Saturday night for our friend Renee's birthday where we treated ourselves out for dinner at Earls, a nice change from eggs on toast and bananas for that matter. As Renee is a Melbourne girl, she too was suffering separation anxiety from her high heels, so we thought we'd make a night of it and dress up with high heels. Wearing high heels is not like riding a bike, two rolled ankles later and trying to subdue the pain of heels with wine (which makes for a nice change from drinking cider from a subway cup) we had to cut the night short- I knew we should have stashed our ballet flats in our Kathmandu jacket pockets, hindsight is a wonderful thing. Before the rolled ankles, Julia and I spent the afternoon trying to do up the zipper of my high heeled boots which was a task and a half. After the strained "You hold the top and pull it together, while I'll try to yank it up," we agreed that the last 20cm of the zipper didn't look too bad undone and the bit of calf popping out wasn't that noticeable. After moving on from the self conscious notion of sticking out like two drag queens in red neck city, we went to Maxx Fish where the highlight was the fire display on the bar which came on beside us with no word of warning, that party trick could see for singed eyebrows- a law suit waiting to happen. There was also a guy walking around with black marker asking girls to draw on him, well if that's not asking for a doodle to be drawn on him, I don't know how direct he needs to be- I was clearly the only one to pick up on his subtlety and draw one on him- your welcome.
Our roommate (the one we don't like) is going away for a couple of weeks, so to help send him off, our other roommate (the one we do like) thought it would be funny to wrap clumps of icing sugar up in glad wrap to look like cocaine bombs and hide a few stashes through his bag. The things we do to keep ourselves entertained.
It's official, we are kinda somebody here in Whistler, we've made it to the papers
Love
Lydia and Julia x
P.S I have had to source out a new coffee shop after running into the glass door at Moguls Coffee Shop!
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