Mexanese Mumbo Jumbo

A couple of weekends ago I headed up to Whistler with a mishmash crew of peeps. Streefy, Justin & Uldis.

Before I proceed to regale you with stories of our weekend, it should be noted that Uldis is probably the tallest man I've ever met - he's 6'9". I refused to stand next to him all weekend. I was at navel height. Awkward!

I was pretty stoked to go riding since I wanted to test out some new gear I picked up during the boxing day sales - helmet, goggles, boots & bindings. We woke up early on Sat morning and hit the mountain. It was sunny, warm but not too warm, great snow and amazingly enough, not as crowd as we expected. The perfect day. That is, until Uldis took an unfortunate tumble whilst trying to avoid a rogue child in pink who cut him off and ended up hurting his shoulder. Sadly his day ended, but ours continued on to be a great one.

That night was supposed to be our 'drinking night' however some of us were struggling. I was ready to call it a night until Justin gave a very amped, very inspired speech with a hint of ultimatum - we either get up at 7am the next morning and hit the mountain again or we drink. Not being one to wake up at 7am for anything, I voted for drinking.

The rest of the night was spent basically watching Justin become "Crazy Justin" (name still a work in progress) while butt-rubbing all the women in the bar and even trying to bite someone's hair. Just imagine what our night had been if he didn't give the speech.