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! 

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.

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 /

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

Times I've had to clean up other peoples vom: 3

Chairs broken: 7
Beds broken: 1

09/03/17

A quick couple of videos from snowboarding, ft. some gnarly falls.
This is after about 15 hours of slope time, so I can only get better, right?

The Good, The Bad and the Damn Right Painful

28/02/2017

An update from the alps!

The Good

After a somewhat rocky start to the season, for the chalet and our team, we've started to get on track. We're finishing by 11am in the mornings and 10pm at nights meaning prime time on the slopes or wasting time in the hot tub and sauna. We've been getting some great feedback from guests like 10/10 reviews which is amazing. It's wicked to get some comments like "Becca made our holiday" and "was the life of the chalet". So good news on the work front!

It has just started snowing which is great because it's not all the reassuring when you're skiing and you can see lumps of grass and the piste is a mogul field, so over the next few days we're expecting 120cm of snow, yaaaaaaas!

We also got free cheese on the slopes the other day.

(me at the free cheese place) 

The Bad

On the news of our great feedback we also got one saying "out of 40 ski holidays this was the 2nd worse"which I am horrified/slightly proud about from week one.

Me and Louise thought it would be a good idea to slide down a (not so) snowy hill as a shortcut, of course I got impaled by a stick resulting in my saladpets getting demolished and practically ripped in half. D'oh! (pictures to follow)

I can't really complain about our accom, we live in a bit room in the top of our chalet. I can't really complain about the wifi either because compared to most we have god wifi, but oh man this wifi is the bane of my life. So I see this ski jacket on ebay and I fall in love with it. Even better; there's a matching pair of saladpets. The best part is, with about 10 minutes left on the bidding, they're only $10 (inc P&P). So I manage to get these saladpets for $10, amazing. They're an obnoxious blue, purple starry black mess but go PERFECT with the jacket. So I go to bid on the jacket and oh, the wifi stops working. So not only do I get lumbered with these completely unmatchable saladpets I lose the bidding for a $5 ski jacket. RAGGEEEE.

Tuesday night is our night of freedom (day off on Wednesday, yasss) so we brought tickets to a commdy night  at our haunt, something new to do and hanging out with some friends. Perfect! But I should've known it was all going to go wrong when I had to YOLO taking off snow chains after realising that there wasn't any snow,but slippery, icey slush instead meaning that my wheels were going everywhere on this mountain side, my patience has gone but who knows where and I'm like I AM THIS CLOSE TO TURNING THIS CAR AROUND. From icey hillstarts and wheels giving way and sliding across the road and swearing at everyone/thing/opportunity we finally got there, only with blood pressure much higher than when we started. So naturally we stroll up to the door only to realise THE DOOR IS LOCKED. The door to the venue we were just on this 45 minute crusade up a mountain in a snowstorm through the ice IS LOCKED. So of course, if nothing else made me give up that did. We got in the van and left. Moral of the story: Don't be the driver in your chalet, the only perk is seeing the malamute in the mornings sometimes outside the hire shop.

The Damn Right Painful

This week the Pascale chalet team have taken up snowboarding. Similar to surfing, and wakeboarding (which I love but I will never pretend I am good at) so I was buzzing to get started, brought myself some protection and ready to hit the slopes (with my broken saladpets). So day 1 included a lot of falling. A lot of falling. But me and Louise, despite her constant threats of having a breakdown, made it down some red slopes and nailed this falling leave mumbo jumbo. Needless to say, it's been a while since my butt has been in this much pain. I am covered in bruises but I absolutely love it. Unlike skiing which I feel is more of a thing to do I really look forwards to getting out on my board, plus I just want to be 1000x better than Joel so I'm gonna put the hours in.

And The Hilarious Pear Incident 

So, once a week we do a poached pear in a red wine sauce with Brandy Snaps and cinnamon cream (sounds nice, right?). The taste? Delicious. The look? It's a tough one to make look appealing when a flaccid pear looks a little bit like...well...SOOOOO this week we have a big group of 7 people in their mid 20's (they're a great bunch, they got drunk and wanted an orange so we made them sign a contract for it and everything) and Louise is doing the weekly job of taking the desserts out whilst I plate up, I then hear a roar of laughter coming from the table and damn, this group were LOVING their pears. Not the taste though.We then get all 18 faces staring at the door with anticipation for the next one. Louise takes out a bowl and BOOM eruption of laughter. This went on for 18 desserts. And there's me in the kitchen trying to plate them up as nicely as I can through tears. Maybe it was one of those "you had to be there" moments but wow, never thought I'd see so many adults chucking away, unable to breathe, because of a poached pear. It makes me think that maybe I'm not adulting so bad after all..