I decided that I should write this one while it was still fresh in my head. Well actually, I wasn't all that fresh when I wrote it after 3 hours sleep, but the adrenalin was still pumping in my veins from the previous night as I'm sure you will be able to tell by the nature of the post. I will get around to filling in the last few weeks at some stage, however I have this post written so I will post it now.
January 1, 2006.
I'm at work on the 1/1/2006, I have the Jamiroquai pumping, it's 11am and I have been through every photo and movie on my camera no less than 10 times. I crack up every time through. Last night was the happiest New Year's Eve of the 24 that I have experienced! I have never been around such a crazy, happy bunch of people as the ones that I spent last night with. I wasn't sure when I woke up this morning whether last night had been a mad dream or whether it had really taken place. Thank god for digital cameras!
I arrived home from work at the usual time feeling pretty beat. I sewed up the gaping hole that had been forming in the crotch of my work pants and then snuck in a 20 minute nanna nap. Dane and Kim arrived home from their day tripping around the village with the night's ingredients. Canadian Club whiskey, Canadian Dry ginger ale, 2 fresh limes, fetta stuffed olives (Dane shares my fetish for olives) and crisps. I called Phil to find out what time the festivities where kicking off at his place and he said to drop 'round as soon as we were ready. We got ready and set off on a 10 minute hike through some of the wettest, heaviest snow I have ever hiked through. By the time we arrived, my Julius Marlows had more snow in them than the lower half of Whistler mountain. I sat my shoes and socks by the chimney with care and we cracked the seal on our CC. I think I may have found my new drink. Delicious!
After a few rounds, Phil decided that it was time for Balderdash. The game involves one person reading out a card similar to the answer side of a Trivial Pursuit card and the remaining players write down what they think the answer means. The reader then reads out everyone's answers as well as the correct answer and then everyone has to guess which one is the real one. You receive two points for a correct answer and one point each time someone chooses your answer so the best bull-shitter wins. It's such a great drinking game. Some of the answers that were dished up were priceless. It turns out that I was the best bull-shitter of the night, closely followed by Kimbo. The game took us through 'till 10:30pm, time to get our money's worth out of our $30 tickets to the Crystal Lounge. The walk to the village was hilarious. Our song for the night was The Lion Sleeps Tonight.
The village was absolutely cooking. Everyone in our group was instantly overcome by the funky music playing and danced without reserve for around 45 minutes in the snow. We ducked into the Crystal Lounge to don our costumes and warm up with a quick Jamison and dry (in honor of our good friend Jimmy). Some silly person gave us party whistles and so began the symphony of moaning curlews. As if one whistle each wasn't enough, most of us ended up with three at once, all a couple of micro tones out of tune with each other.
We took our whistles and crazy hats and danced back to the centre of the village for the count down. The bouncers weren't going to let us back in because apparently our tickets weren't for the village but he didn't stand a chance of keeping us out. We counted down, hugged and kissed, then they let out about 20 beach balls for an all in game of snow volley ball. Both Dane and I ended up with a deflated souvenir to remember the night by.
After the count down, we headed back to the Crystal Lounge to round up the celebrations. More dancing, more whistle blowing, some champagne...
The costumes were drawn to Phil like a fly to you know what.
2am. Time to go home, but not without a visit to the Four'n'twenty pie shop. Could this night get any better!
We ice skated home and were in bed by 3:30am. I closed my eyes and my alarm beeped 7am. I felt surprisingly alive, probably just as well I didn't have to drive anywhere though. I caught the lift up and bee-lined it for the breakfast bar at Rendezvous for a full breakfast of bacon, 2 eggs over easy, sausages, hash-browns and toast... oh baby. I spent the day singing John Mayer songs in preparation for my up and coming Karaoke debut.
There were numerous movies caputured by my digi cam througout the night. Phil and I are going to try our hands at editing and see what we can put together. I hope you find it as funny as we did.
January 1, 2006.
I'm at work on the 1/1/2006, I have the Jamiroquai pumping, it's 11am and I have been through every photo and movie on my camera no less than 10 times. I crack up every time through. Last night was the happiest New Year's Eve of the 24 that I have experienced! I have never been around such a crazy, happy bunch of people as the ones that I spent last night with. I wasn't sure when I woke up this morning whether last night had been a mad dream or whether it had really taken place. Thank god for digital cameras!
I arrived home from work at the usual time feeling pretty beat. I sewed up the gaping hole that had been forming in the crotch of my work pants and then snuck in a 20 minute nanna nap. Dane and Kim arrived home from their day tripping around the village with the night's ingredients. Canadian Club whiskey, Canadian Dry ginger ale, 2 fresh limes, fetta stuffed olives (Dane shares my fetish for olives) and crisps. I called Phil to find out what time the festivities where kicking off at his place and he said to drop 'round as soon as we were ready. We got ready and set off on a 10 minute hike through some of the wettest, heaviest snow I have ever hiked through. By the time we arrived, my Julius Marlows had more snow in them than the lower half of Whistler mountain. I sat my shoes and socks by the chimney with care and we cracked the seal on our CC. I think I may have found my new drink. Delicious!
After a few rounds, Phil decided that it was time for Balderdash. The game involves one person reading out a card similar to the answer side of a Trivial Pursuit card and the remaining players write down what they think the answer means. The reader then reads out everyone's answers as well as the correct answer and then everyone has to guess which one is the real one. You receive two points for a correct answer and one point each time someone chooses your answer so the best bull-shitter wins. It's such a great drinking game. Some of the answers that were dished up were priceless. It turns out that I was the best bull-shitter of the night, closely followed by Kimbo. The game took us through 'till 10:30pm, time to get our money's worth out of our $30 tickets to the Crystal Lounge. The walk to the village was hilarious. Our song for the night was The Lion Sleeps Tonight.
The village was absolutely cooking. Everyone in our group was instantly overcome by the funky music playing and danced without reserve for around 45 minutes in the snow. We ducked into the Crystal Lounge to don our costumes and warm up with a quick Jamison and dry (in honor of our good friend Jimmy). Some silly person gave us party whistles and so began the symphony of moaning curlews. As if one whistle each wasn't enough, most of us ended up with three at once, all a couple of micro tones out of tune with each other.
We took our whistles and crazy hats and danced back to the centre of the village for the count down. The bouncers weren't going to let us back in because apparently our tickets weren't for the village but he didn't stand a chance of keeping us out. We counted down, hugged and kissed, then they let out about 20 beach balls for an all in game of snow volley ball. Both Dane and I ended up with a deflated souvenir to remember the night by.
After the count down, we headed back to the Crystal Lounge to round up the celebrations. More dancing, more whistle blowing, some champagne...
The costumes were drawn to Phil like a fly to you know what.
2am. Time to go home, but not without a visit to the Four'n'twenty pie shop. Could this night get any better!
We ice skated home and were in bed by 3:30am. I closed my eyes and my alarm beeped 7am. I felt surprisingly alive, probably just as well I didn't have to drive anywhere though. I caught the lift up and bee-lined it for the breakfast bar at Rendezvous for a full breakfast of bacon, 2 eggs over easy, sausages, hash-browns and toast... oh baby. I spent the day singing John Mayer songs in preparation for my up and coming Karaoke debut.
There were numerous movies caputured by my digi cam througout the night. Phil and I are going to try our hands at editing and see what we can put together. I hope you find it as funny as we did.
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