Winter/Spring 2017 - Sponsored by Sacko Wine

And so that brings us to the end of this chapter and my latest adventure.

You can probably tell from the blog how much fun I've had in this little mountain village 1300m+ up.  From confronting the mass-sausagefest with crowdsurfing and being greeted by chants of GIRLGIRLGIRL, having some techno-crazy bus driver bringing us back from Annecy Lake, spilling Dolphinoise Potato sauce on Joelphinoise just to name a few moment of the season. There's been helicopter rides, skidoo rides, dancing on tables for days and lots of falling over in the snow and on the ice. With doing something like this, especially in such a quiet town it is what you make it and our little team have made it totally unforgettable (unless we count all the night I died). The Peisey Patrol have made it great and I can't wait to get up to Scotland and over to Cornwall to visit everyone, but not before me and my partner in crime Louise visit Tenerife for a cheeky holiday and sunny getaway.

Estimated liters of sacko consumed - 40
Guestimated days on the slopes - 35
Guests in the chalet - 228
Cakes baked - 84
Beds made - 242
Times died - 3
Skidoo rides - 1

Goodbye Gregz

And when the guests are gone...

Out with the guests, in with the hot tub

with a bbq

and more wine 

and more drinking games 

"I bet you never pictured yourself sitting there eating potato salad out of the bowl with a pillow covering your tits"

-Rob Cook
16/04/17
9.27am

"I've got sorbet inbetween my toes, it's really sticky"

Louise Hurrell
21.45
13/04/17

What. A. Day.

Who said that life in Peisey is boring?

After having a lovely and classy picnic at the snow park with the team we headed over to our favourite place, the Arpett. ANNNNNNND of course, that's where it all goes downhill* (not Just because it's 2000m up) so this week started off fairly normal, some sacko wine, some table dancing, getting in the cage, having a moshpit, breaking onto the platform** etcetc

As you can see from the photos we get progressively more outrageous, again.

So a started to get interesting not long after Rob popped out the Champagne, but instantly after Lewis brought out the BIGGEST BOTTE OF WINE I HAVE EVER SEEN. We had been surfing on our wobbly table all Arpett then suddenly it collapsed, we actually broke the whole thing.

Then as we are leaving I get talking to a beautiful bearded gent, and part of our conversation turns to the Piste Patrol Looking after some drunk guy on the floor to then realise it was Chalet Pascale's very own Joel Agg. So I have to drop my board and my conversation with the beautiful bearded man to rescue my roommate. By this point the Patrol have already decided that they've called an AIR AMBUANCE (A Real life FREKKING HEICOPTER) to come and get him after they can't get any conversation out of him (despite him responding to me when I spoke to him).

 So after a few phone calls to Boss Man Archie ("Hi Archie, don't worry but can we get the insurance details please" "Hey, me again, do you Know all of Joel's details please" "Hi Arch, me again, so yeah don't worry but Joel's being taken away in a helicopter, you can hear it right???") Mr Agg was being taken away. Piste Patrol kept trying to rid me from the area but I'd do anything for my boyfriend (or so they thought, I Really wanted to go in the helicopter too) so waited around, then they forced me onto a Snow Mobile, but hey I wasn't complaining. And when your friend is being taken to Hospital, you have to take selfies on the Skidoo.

So the whilst our Joel is on his way there, we do what us in Peisey are good at...drink more.

 And after a pitcher of long Island Ice Tea the rest of my evening is a blank. but I did have a great time and even rocked up to Band Night in my Salad Pets.

Then onto today....I cut up 4KG of lamb and made lamb tagine and we picked up the piece of our lives and Louise got her clothes and I located my helmet and we had a lovely (non alcoholic) bevvie in the sun.

*the Arpett never makes anything worse, Just better.

** I have never felt more famous in my whole life, and as Louise put it "I felt like Brittany!"                                                      

End of Season Mayhem

12/04/17

The mountains are getting a lot more adventurous, and not just with my terrible snowboarding but with the limits we can push our livers to. Another week, another week of blaming sacko wine (again) for my end-of-night death. We had a fab group of guests last week, a big family group of 19, 10 adults and 9 kids. They invited us down for card games and downing the dreaded chardonnay, sang songs about camembert and being a chicken-bear for not doing the waterside. So refreshing to have a group like that!

On Tuesday we were heading back from the mountain (and another successful waterside mission) and Louise's snowboard binding just came off, being 2000m up and breaking a binding isn't a great combo, especially when you have a deadline to get back into work on time. So she ended up getting the snowmobile down! The evil girl (on a gap yaarrhhh) who we always see at band night lost her ski's at the same time and got the short straw of having to go down in the blood wagon. As much as I genuinely really wanted to ride it, seeing her suffer was worth it more after her rampage at the staff "I AM NOT FXXXING GOING IN THAT THING NOOOOOOOOOOOOO", yo girl pipe down they're trying to help hahah!

The snow hasn't been great (aka almost none existent) so we've been occupying our snowboard time by going to the burger shack in 1600, doing the luge (and beating Joel HA) and hitting up the snowpark where a couple of days ago I managed to and a black ump on my first attempt!  (backs the hardest one). We also missed the last lifts to get home and the runs were closed the other day so had to bus it/phone call of shame to Archie to pick us up (AGAIN) (our hero).

last week we took part in the annual Tour Du Fromage in 1800. It's a photo challenge and a race against time (and the other teams) to compete the challenges. It also included lots of sacko wine. So much sacko. See the last post for some gnarly shots (Best Naked Air, Nature Shot, etc) Best Booty from the boys, Photo with the Les Arc sign and whatever else! It also included the Goblin being the last person in the King of The Hill challenge, not only the slowest but didn't even keep his pint. After to celebrate Rob's birthday we had a BBQ/Bonfire over in Nancroix which was great to hang, until the "WEEEEEEE like TO DRINk WITH BECCA"'s came out and it predicted my death (again) and needing assisting home (AGAIN). Oh we, here for a good time, not a long time ya know! Who even needs a liver, right?   

After last night's bonfire (and Duncan accidentally downing chilli vodka, then getting it in his eyes (more of a mess than me)) we're heading up the mountain to enjoy our last day off with our crew having a picnic then going to the Arpett for some more chaos. Can't believe how fast this has a gone, but with me and Louise booing fights to Tenerife and Scotland already and my one way ticket to Spain there's plenty more adventures panned from when we leave or little town here in the mountains. 

"Becca, you need to stop drinking sacko"

And here is why...
:

  A (kinda) naked snowpark run...

"is it a bird? is it a plane? nope it's just Becca dressed as a dinosaur up a tree"...

Adopting half of Duncan's legoman costume...

 It all started off so well... (even had a bit of snow!)

It always gets better before it gets worse...

 and then i died... again. Damn this chalet wine!

Party pooped

work hard, play hard, nap hard

B vs The Water Slide (round 2)

Me and my season boyf (everyone else was having couple photos) 

<3 

AND I WON! (mostly) 

Air Bag

If this photo doesn't summerize my season, I don't know what will

What Happens At The Arpett Stays At The Arpett (untill it ends up on the blog)

Another week, another week of chaos.

The chalet has only had 16 in, rather than the normal 22, which means less work, more mountain/sleep/drinking time. Win win for everyone! Also Bar Mont Blanc turned 20 this week so to celebrate they put on band night 4 times this week (dreams really do come true) and a comedy night. So naturally, we had a week of next to 0 sleep and more adventures trekking slopes and mountains.

This weeks guests were a great laugh, and talking of laughs we went to comedy night at the blanc which isn't normally my thing (I hate stand up) but we all had a really good time and, being designated driver and totally sober, it was nice to see how drunk all the guests were. Heroes.

Wednesday meant another Arpett session, this one included drunk snowboarding and snowball fights,  being the first people on the tables and some more all round chaos and a cheeky hitchhike back.

Arpett Bandits 

Duncan being the tallest (for once)

Don't worry Nan, I'm behaving! 

Cage Crew

 At home, after having one-too-many sacko wines, I thought it would be a GREAT idea to trim my hair a bit, then a bit more, then a bit more, then have my hand slip and make a giant bald patch. By this point I had butchered my hair so bad that I had no choice but the just get rid of it, so in celebration for Easter I now look like an egg. Reaching my peak of physical unattractiveness with the (about) a stone I've put on munching on leftover cake, dodgy ginger hair, bald and a horrific google tan that I acquired on my snowboarding lesson the other day.

Dodgy do

Rule number 1 of band night; ALWAYS talk about band night. Sliding down the piste (again) and having too many 1080's and sambucca's and Wednesday night started. Duncan wasn't there so it was Louise's turn to get smushed into the ceiling (not once, not twice but about 4 times). We went to a bar called Mojo's too which was new for us (and it was awful) so it was another hike down the mountain back to our chalet. Luckily we found some other people who were doing a trail so tagged along. Same again on Thursday but this time a band called the Dominoes played and they played - until 3am to be exact- and the whole place was like a normal sweaty, shirtless mess but just x10 and being designated drier (again) it meant no hitchhiking for me but a few stories I can embarrass everybody else in the room with.

Overall, a fab week! It's a shame we're branching out and making loads of new mates now with just 2 weeks left. But, always next season!

Too much dancing on the tables, oops!