'Planking', the latest craze to sweep the village stroll in Whistler, it has officially gone global. After laughing about a friend of ours that planked our counter in the Hat Gallery wearing a top hat, we too had jumped on the planking bandwagon after a few jugs of beer. What started with laughing at these so called plankers, has progressed into imitating them at our expense and before you know it Lisa is apart of an elite group of total plankers. We've learnt that it is best to practise in the privacy of your bedroom or living room before you’re ready to take your art to the streets, although Lisa missed the beginner guide to planking and showcased her sense of adventure when she went straight for planking on the counter in a bottleshop, face down, pretending she was a piece of wood- that is a perfect technique if there ever was one. She certainly does accrue a certain amount of creativity points for this one. Congrats, Patto! Don't be afraid to think big! This is probably an instance why the youth of today are so screwed.
As serious plankers have a total disregard for personal safety, have you ever woken up from a night of intense partying with bruises, cuts, weird unexplainable marks on your body? Or how at the time you really couldn't feel anything at all? Have you ever thought that "Frank the tank is dead"? If so, you have officially suffered from a UPI (Unexplainable Party Injury).This term way given to us after a girl we'd met playing pool,when she referred her black eye to a UPI. We've come to follow the motto "Keep fighting the good fight" and don't let one injury deter you from getting back on the drinking stallion, after all we are residing in Canucks territory. We find ourselves contemplating the lore of party injuries from waking up with cuts on our forehead, a black eye and the most recent I've woke up, hungover, to discover a bewilderingly purple patch the size of a baseball on my knee. Best not to think too long on 'em. Then there was the unsuspecting bystander injury that occurred when Julia was on the pole at Tommy Africas, kicking out both legs whilst hanging onto the pole. Julz' inner awesomeness was trumped she gave me a swift kick to the shoulder and the poor guy next to me got his drink kicked out of his hand which saw for the bouncer escorting Julia off the podium. Top tip: if there’s a physical feat you are rather proud of, don’t try to show people when you are drunk. There’s always one of these, some poor person, minding their own business, who gets felled by a wildly gesticulating limb. Although, in the morning Julia persisted to tell us that she had to take herself off the pole because she thought she was going to die swinging from it. Taking her self off, being escorted off- apples and oranges!
We've certainly made the most of our week with Lisa, we've had to rework our shifts to ensure that we get equal one on one time with Lisa. On mine and Lisa's day, we took to the driving range for a little therapy, smacking 100 balls to the wind where our competitive nature's turned into a who could smack the ball the furthest, listing all life's little frustrations for every hit, 100 balls wasn't merely enough, although don't get me wrong, we still regard ourselves as a glass half full type of girl. On Julia's one on one day, the girls went up to Blackcombe mountain for some sightseeing. Upon admiring the majestic mountains, Lisa was awoken to the arrogance of snowboarders, when some douche was following the charge tactic of a bear and flew straight towards the girls, stopping suddenly, just enough to spray snow at them.
80's Night is back! We've mustered up enough clothes in our wardrobe to pass off as an 80's outfit, this involved pants as high as Erkles and must have red lipstick, morphing into characters from Footloose. We arrived coincidentally at the time that the glow paint booth opened up, where I walked away with a moustache and the glow paint artist outdone herself with Lisa. She painted a master piece, a doodle on the face. We probably shouldn't be alarmed if the object of your affections doesn’t immediately return the gesture. It took sheer optimism and numerous vodka shots to save the friendship after the doody on the face saga. Although I think a thank you is in order, as the doodle on the face was a great conversational ploy to lure in an English guy, that swirled Lisa around to "Because I've had the time of my life." While Lisa was caught up in a moment of lust, Julia and I discovered a new dance sequence on youtube called 'double dream hands', so naturally we hit the podium performing shoulder, chin, shoulder, shoulder, shoulder! As girls do when they've drunk too much, we jumped up and down screaming "OMG! I love this song" to the best of the 80's....
Lydia and Julia x
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