At long last the snow has arrived! Not in any record breaking amounts but enough to get both mountains open and me up to the peak and down from it doing the 9-5 with Dolly. And I’m as happy as a bulimic with a bad case of food poisoning. No amount of afternoon visits to Milton Keynes can ever compete with just how good being out on the slopes can be for the soul.
The only downside is that with getting my daily runs in and plenty going on in town time is racing by making Whistler something of a whirlwind. I’m loving the job, the slopes, and I’m well and truly settling into the Village scene with all my limbs, my liver and my good reputation remaining intact. The gondola launch is only ten days away and the press gangs start to arrive early next week. I’ve been banging out releases like they’re going out of fashion and have even managed to incorporate the phrase ‘twin peaks of panties’ into a recent corporate announcement.
However despite my daily homage to the mountain gods, fresh snow remains sparse but ‘a large dump’ is forecast for Friday which will hopefully make for plenty of powder fun over the weekend and finally give me the opportunity to shred the sick gnar with the kids. Officially the weekend starts tomorrow with the launch party for the Whistler Film Festival and my weekly meet with a local kick boxing trainer before jetting down to Vancouver for the Radical Christmas party, back to the mountain for Saturday night après fun and here’s the piste de resistance of the entire trip... the Cuban Brothers at the GLC on Sunday night.
Those of you lucky enough to have attended the sayonara Sierra party in Palma this spring will remember the homoerotic hip-hop break-dancing beat troop and their near naked stage show. Sadly their reputation hasn’t preceded them on Canadian shores but as Sunday is officially the new Saturday for those working the slopes I’m throwing an impromptu fish and wigs pre performance party. Set to be a great evening incorporating two guaranteed accessories for a great night - sushi and silly hair.
In other news there’s been some movement on the freelance front and I’m being choppered in for a chat with some folks about a little work in the US of A and an old acquaintance has pitched me in as part of an upcoming book. Admittedly being in a book isn’t anywhere near as high stakes as those friends of mine who’ve recently become published authors themselves, (even if it is in small letters on the inside cover) but I don’t know that any of them have been flown anywhere for dinner and a chat with the CEO.
The new year plans are coming along nicely and I’ve signed up for a 6k ‘charradee’ stateside run on New Years Eve. Sadly none of my travelling companions are prepared to take part but have agreed to watch me from a bar with a view of the course. My training has started in full force with a 6k jaunt each morning before a few hours in the office and hitting the slopes for the afternoon. The après may be hindering my times somewhat but hey what’s a day on the slopes without a late lunch and several glasses of red after it?
A fun run may seem like a rather unusual way to kick of a night of overeating and heavy boozing but as the year comes to an end given the absolute bitch that 2008 has been I’m quite happy to run out of it and into 2009. Viva il nuovo anno!
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