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!"                                                      

"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!

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! 

Another week for us at Chalet Pascale!

24/03/17

Our last week kid-free at Chalet Pascale! With the temps hitting up to 20degrees some days and spots of rain on others, the snow isn't too great here. It's just pure slush and with a board that is in desperate need of a wax it's been a slow week on the slopes. BUT I have realised I can ollie on my board so gold star for me?

Sunday Night down at Gregs we had a cross dress night, and being my only night this week not being designated driver, had a merry old time! Even included making sure all the guests got back to the chalet okay and it reminded me of my summer working kids club, walking backwards and headcounts (just minus the EVERYWHERE WE GO-OOO) 

Another week means another trip to the Arpett (and another sober Arpett for me!) and another Band Night, which means another time Duncan gets smushed into the celing becuase he's too drunk to defend himself. 

Our friends Adam and Daisy invited us over to their chalet Wednesday night for a curry night, damnnnnn. If I hadn't been missing the sweet taste of Bobby's Indian I was as soon as that spoon hit my mouth. Solid 10/10 for the pumpkin curry. 

Of course, not a week goes by without me saying something to embarress myself. This weeks gem was "Gordon always knows when it's sausage o'clock" and as soon as the words half escaped my mouth I knew I should've shut up hahah.
(Re: A bit more context, Gordon is the local dog who comes around in the morning for his bacon or sausages. Top babe. Cutest dog ever.)

16/03/17

16/03/17

So far this week has been a complete detox week (for me at least). Been chugging 3 mugs of Green Tea, been avoiding eating those cake mix bowls and been getting all my slow-release energy from porridge in the morning. Not touched a drop of alcohol in a week! New week, new me...untill I start getting back on it again on Sunday haha 

Shame I can't say the same for Louise. Me and Duncan (or Druncan) had to drunk snowboard her home from the Arpette; then shamefully call Archie for a lift when we missed the Lobster pots and had an hour wait till the bus. Worth it for the sunset snowboard home though! 

This weeks guests are nice, but man it's so quiet in the chalet without hearing K-CARAFE every 10 minutes. But my body is grateful for the break. 

Off to fancy dress snowboard today for our boy (and badass snowboard tutor) Adam's birthday. I can't wait to draw attention to my terrible self on the slopes... or not! 

Me, Louise and Jess pre-table dancing, I love! 

Us and drunken Duncan