Whistler Rocks!

Henry, Aaron and I drove up to Whislter Saturday morning early. 5am early. We went up there to catch up with Henry's mate from University, Micky who had just flown in from NYC. We stayed with Boon, Micky's cousin, in his fathers log cabin. Bloody nice! The skiing was pretty good Saturday, spring conditions.

Saturday night was the 2nd last NHL game between Vancouver and Calgary. I had forgotten how exciting and bloody violent hockey is. Cool. Vancouver won by 1 in the 3rd overtime period. Oh yeah I learned that the machine that cleans the surface of the ice isn't a Calzone.

Sunday sucked in so many ways. The slush from Saturday froze, I had a huge hang over and I was spewing in the trees. I slid down the mountain and thanked god that I didn't get the urge to chuck while I was downloading on the gondola. The rest of the afternoon was spent in the beer garden of the Long Horn drinking water and running downstairs to that bloody toilet. I remember the looks from the girls running the desk of the tour operators as I'm running in my ski boots down the stairs.