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Showing posts with label french alps. Show all posts
Showing posts with label french alps. Show all posts
Tuesday, 4 April 2017
Monday, 3 April 2017
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
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.
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.
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!
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!
Tuesday, 28 March 2017
The hike and hitchhike
28/03/17
So last night we decided to take a night away from Peisey and the adventures of Gregs or Mont Blonc and we went over to Arc 1600 for the evening.
We hit up a bar with an ABC night (anything but clothes). So me and Duncan decided to rep the bedsheet toga look, luckily for us we weren't the only ones in fancy dress and we met up with some other wannabe Romans. People did get creative on their costumes, everything from a suitcase, to bin bags to dresses made from piste maps. THIS BAR ALSO PLAYED THE POKEMON THEME SONG WITHOUT A REQUEST FROM ME.
Sounds really easy, I mean it's only 10 minutes there by bus or a short ski away so walking wont take that long right?
Yeah, wrong. After many failed attempts at hitching a ride on a snow mobile we decided to slip, stumble, slide, sledge and fall along the piste back to Vallandry. Drunken Duncan also thought it would be funny to tell me that wolves usually attack people on the slopes after dark (they don't, but I didn't know that) but karma got him and he rode his sledge off the mountain. THEN after what must've been over an hour walk (still in our bedsheet togas) we managed to hitch a ride with a group of young, french people who took us to the bottom of the hill (our heroes) and after a midnight snack time for some much needed beauty sleep.
All in all, a solid 7/10.
So last night we decided to take a night away from Peisey and the adventures of Gregs or Mont Blonc and we went over to Arc 1600 for the evening.
We hit up a bar with an ABC night (anything but clothes). So me and Duncan decided to rep the bedsheet toga look, luckily for us we weren't the only ones in fancy dress and we met up with some other wannabe Romans. People did get creative on their costumes, everything from a suitcase, to bin bags to dresses made from piste maps. THIS BAR ALSO PLAYED THE POKEMON THEME SONG WITHOUT A REQUEST FROM ME.
Sounds really easy, I mean it's only 10 minutes there by bus or a short ski away so walking wont take that long right?
Yeah, wrong. After many failed attempts at hitching a ride on a snow mobile we decided to slip, stumble, slide, sledge and fall along the piste back to Vallandry. Drunken Duncan also thought it would be funny to tell me that wolves usually attack people on the slopes after dark (they don't, but I didn't know that) but karma got him and he rode his sledge off the mountain. THEN after what must've been over an hour walk (still in our bedsheet togas) we managed to hitch a ride with a group of young, french people who took us to the bottom of the hill (our heroes) and after a midnight snack time for some much needed beauty sleep.
All in all, a solid 7/10.
Saturday, 18 March 2017
17/03/17
Some photos and a video I threw it together 5 minutes before work, don't judge the terrible editing, judge the terrible snowboarding.
Thursday, 16 March 2017
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
Tuesday, 14 March 2017
14/03/17
Day 8 of boarding and I can finally go straight, and decided to go over some ramps. Didn't end as badly as I thought. Beginning to look more like one of them badass skateboarding dogs than a baby giraffe now. BOOM.
Sunday, 12 March 2017
God bless this mess.
I don't even know what has happened this week, half through my own alcohol consumption, half becuase it's been another level of mental. Our guests went from being naked on the tables to waterboarding each other in Gregs in less than a week.
"We will literally drink anything you put down in front of us"
...and they did. This even extended to bringing out desserts and putting a jug of cream on the table only to find the whole group chinning a glass each a few minutes later.
I haven't lost too many brain cells this week because I've learnt some wicked new games. Like the horseracing game where there was 7 chairs broken in the carnage of the cards, bets and the competition of the most impressive horse racing song (from pens in mouth to irish danging on the coffee table). Needless to say I'm going to miss the dinner time shananigans or being able to hear the chants from my room (6 flights and three doors away). EAT ITTTTT / WEAR ITTTT / K - CARAFE / WE HAVE A LINKKKKKKKKKKKKKK / LETS PLAY THE VEGETABLE GAME / COMANDER SAYS BIBLEBOPS / TEEEEEEEEEEEETH /
"We will literally drink anything you put down in front of us"
...and they did. This even extended to bringing out desserts and putting a jug of cream on the table only to find the whole group chinning a glass each a few minutes later.
I haven't lost too many brain cells this week because I've learnt some wicked new games. Like the horseracing game where there was 7 chairs broken in the carnage of the cards, bets and the competition of the most impressive horse racing song (from pens in mouth to irish danging on the coffee table). Needless to say I'm going to miss the dinner time shananigans or being able to hear the chants from my room (6 flights and three doors away). EAT ITTTTT / WEAR ITTTT / K - CARAFE / WE HAVE A LINKKKKKKKKKKKKKK / LETS PLAY THE VEGETABLE GAME / COMANDER SAYS BIBLEBOPS / TEEEEEEEEEEEETH /
Aside from the severe liver damage I have ensured this week, from late night hot tub hangs, to needed helping up the stairs, to inviting us out and enduing us into a raclet cheese coma. We have maybe had our favourite week yet. At the very least, it's been entertaining and memorable and I miss them all already. This week calls for a complete detox though, now where did I put that green tea?
We are the turnips looking for the kale.
Glasses/mugs/plates/wine bottles etc smashed by guests: 20 +
Glasses/mugs/plates smashed by me: 5
Glasses/mugs/plates/a whole bottle of wine smashed by Louise: 3
Empty beer bottles NOT smashed by Louise when she fell over the coffee table: 4
Glasses/mugs/plates smashed by Joel and Archie: 0
Plates fallen on my foot: 1
Litres of wine consumed: Too many
Litres of wine thrown up: Too many
Beds broken: 1
Glasses/mugs/plates/a whole bottle of wine smashed by Louise: 3
Empty beer bottles NOT smashed by Louise when she fell over the coffee table: 4
Glasses/mugs/plates smashed by Joel and Archie: 0
Plates fallen on my foot: 1
Litres of wine consumed: Too many
Litres of wine thrown up: Too many
Times I've had to clean up other peoples vom: 3
Chairs broken: 7Beds broken: 1
Friday, 10 March 2017
Wednesday, 8 March 2017
08/03/17
So last week and this week couldn't be any more different. We had a 'boat race' (it's where you down your drinks, Nan) and played a game of celebrities with our guests. This week we have to come out for mid-service shots and slap them in the face with cheese.
In my last post I said about that guest who owed us a favor? Well we turned them into masterchefs and made the favor helping us with desserts and it went from just having Will helping us to having Ollie and Will helping us (and we got a cheeky cheeseboard from them too). Cheers guys, our heroes. Photos to follow.
So this week, I can't see anyone coming in the kitchen to help with any courses becuase they just come in the kitchen just to snort icing sugar off the sides (literally icing sugar, it's hilarious). Polishing off an impressive 30-40 bottles of wine a night between 21 of them, not even mad, just very, very impressed.
So of course, that amount of wine consumtion means that there are lots of drunk antics, I can't say I've ever been around so many naked people in my life...not even in the chalet; down our local too. Fully nude. Dancing on the tables. Dancing on the poles. Just. So. Much. Naked. It also means they chase Louise trying to get her teenage blood for eternal youth or something. It also means that I have to clean sick from THE WHOLE BATHROOM (how did they even manage that, like HOW?!). Not so much a drunk antic, bt they made a megabed too (5 beds pushed together) solid effort team.
I feel like I'm Jordan in Wolf Of Wallstreet every time I have to tell them something, or doing my welcome speech.
So being with these bad influences means that y'know, maybe I can't handle my drink as well as I'd like to say (blame the altitude). Shoutout to my resort manager or walking me home after I died on Sunday night haha.
The only thing getting us through this week (apart from the mid-service shots) is listening to Natasha Bedingfield on repeat in the mornings. But you know what they say, if you can't beat them; join them.
So last week and this week couldn't be any more different. We had a 'boat race' (it's where you down your drinks, Nan) and played a game of celebrities with our guests. This week we have to come out for mid-service shots and slap them in the face with cheese.
In my last post I said about that guest who owed us a favor? Well we turned them into masterchefs and made the favor helping us with desserts and it went from just having Will helping us to having Ollie and Will helping us (and we got a cheeky cheeseboard from them too). Cheers guys, our heroes. Photos to follow.
So this week, I can't see anyone coming in the kitchen to help with any courses becuase they just come in the kitchen just to snort icing sugar off the sides (literally icing sugar, it's hilarious). Polishing off an impressive 30-40 bottles of wine a night between 21 of them, not even mad, just very, very impressed.
So of course, that amount of wine consumtion means that there are lots of drunk antics, I can't say I've ever been around so many naked people in my life...not even in the chalet; down our local too. Fully nude. Dancing on the tables. Dancing on the poles. Just. So. Much. Naked. It also means they chase Louise trying to get her teenage blood for eternal youth or something. It also means that I have to clean sick from THE WHOLE BATHROOM (how did they even manage that, like HOW?!). Not so much a drunk antic, bt they made a megabed too (5 beds pushed together) solid effort team.
Me and the bathroom of doom
A passed out guest and the Megabed
I feel like I'm Jordan in Wolf Of Wallstreet every time I have to tell them something, or doing my welcome speech.So being with these bad influences means that y'know, maybe I can't handle my drink as well as I'd like to say (blame the altitude). Shoutout to my resort manager or walking me home after I died on Sunday night haha.
The only thing getting us through this week (apart from the mid-service shots) is listening to Natasha Bedingfield on repeat in the mornings. But you know what they say, if you can't beat them; join them.
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