We actually got up and moving fairly close to our planned start time. We did not how ever get on the slopes by 9am. It was closer to 10:30, but not bad, considering.
Luke and Tye went snowshoeing while Tawn, Dan, Reed and I headed up Whistler to go snowboarding. I’ll spare the details of the snowboarding, which was awesome, and other than Tawn breaking one of her bindings we had a really good day. Tawn spent a hour or so getting her binding fixed and was back on the mountain. Of course Whistler is so friggin huge that we never saw her again till the end of the day. She took a fall and jammed her elbow pretty good. Nothing a little booze won’t fix right up.
We all met at The Longhorn for a little apres` skiing and to fuel up, since we failed to eat anything for lunch (too much fun snowboarding) and breakfast consisted of a some soggy scrabbled eggs and toast from the Marriot’s complimentary b-fast. After dining on some fryables (as Tawn calls bar food) and downing a few cold ones. We decided to head back to the condo for showers and a little pre-func to decide where or what we wanted to do for the night. It was New Years Eve after all.
I should at this point mention that a friend of a friend of Dan’s showed up with a friend of his…This guy was odd, funny but odd. He did not drink (never trust a man that does not drink) and did not wish to go out for the night. While we are all socializing he sat at the dinning room table, listening to his iPod and writing in his journal….oh and at one point got up and started playing what is best described as “Air Tennis” while watching Canadian MTV (sober).
After wandering about Whistler Village we and finding that New Years Eve in Whistler was turning out to be very expensive ($150-$500 cover charges) which we were not about ready to pay….well, most of us were not. Dan’s friend of a friend did….hehe. Just as we were about to give up all hope, Tawn comes running around the corner with information of a mythical place that only charged $40 and that included champagne (yuck!) and appetizers (yum!). Hooray for Tawn’s cheapness!! :)
Lead us to the motherland Tawn! The journey to this magical place began as all journeys of this type do, with a single step and ended about 32 steps later right around the corner at the next bar. Sorry, but that is really all there was to it. And the bar and celebrations were about as run of the mill and anti-climatic as any other New Years Eve. But good times and free appetizers were had by all.
And with the exception of Kevin (Dan’s friend of a Friend) stumbling into the condo, cussing like a sailor with turets, bumping into and stepping on just about everything in the condo, the rest of the night was fairly uneventful.