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.