Out with the guests, in with the hot tub
with a bbq
and more wine
and more drinking games
Showing posts with label les arc. Show all posts
Showing posts with label les arc. Show all posts
Sunday, 16 April 2017
Wednesday, 12 April 2017
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.
Sunday, 9 April 2017
"Becca, you need to stop drinking sacko"
:
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...
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
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.
Friday, 17 March 2017
16/03/17
What a day! Who said the sunshine doesn't put people in a better mood? (Plus about 15 of us in fancy dress).
We all went up the mountains dressed to impress, or maybe not. It's not everyday you get a snowboarding Jesus or Legoman at least. First stop was The Luge (remember the MarioKart sledging place from one of my first posts?). I think it's fair to say that with visability better than 5 metres and not having snow pelting you in the face it's 100x more enjoyable and I was way better. Nobody had to wait for me at the bottom AND I didn't come last! Score!
Next stop was the Waterslide. Anyone who has me on Facebook I'm sure has seen the video with the caption "when people ask me how my snowboarding is coming on..." and it's pretty accurate. Getting some serious speed then- BAMMM frontflip into the water with soggy boots and a very cold snowboard back to the chalet. At least I wasn't the only one to fall over....
We all went up the mountains dressed to impress, or maybe not. It's not everyday you get a snowboarding Jesus or Legoman at least. First stop was The Luge (remember the MarioKart sledging place from one of my first posts?). I think it's fair to say that with visability better than 5 metres and not having snow pelting you in the face it's 100x more enjoyable and I was way better. Nobody had to wait for me at the bottom AND I didn't come last! Score!
Next stop was the Waterslide. Anyone who has me on Facebook I'm sure has seen the video with the caption "when people ask me how my snowboarding is coming on..." and it's pretty accurate. Getting some serious speed then- BAMMM frontflip into the water with soggy boots and a very cold snowboard back to the chalet. At least I wasn't the only one to fall over....
More photos and videos to follow!
Cringe of the day: We get on the Transarc bubble lift and we're chatting away then some of the other Are you a frog? So immediately I'm thinking what a strange question, like what? 1.) you can clearly hear me speaking English. 2.) why would you refer to yourselves as frogs? I don't do that, despite the FR/UK rivalry. 3.) What?
guys in there (who are French) and they say to me:
So I reply with "no I'm English"...but of course, they were refering to me in my dinosaur onesi. Which I totally forgot I was wearing. D'oh.
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
Wednesday, 1 March 2017
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.
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..
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..
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