Whistler.... again.

You know what I don't want to wake up to? A crying chick's bare ass stomping down the hallway looking for her pjama pant bottoms. Yea.. that's what I woke up to around 6 am Sunday morning.

I headed up to Whistler yet again for a stag. Although this time it was a legitimate one. So sad to report that no one recognized me from my last debaucherous weekend as Saturday was supposed to be my "wedding" day. I even prepared a back story as to why the wedding fell through.... (k, so right after I finish this entry, I'm going to try & go out & get a life).

Anyways... there were about 12 of us staying up in the Whistler Inn Suites which I do NOT recommend. The friday night, Hairdresser pulled down the sheets to the bed to find them covered in blood.... yea, so 20 minutes later they found themselves a new room situated right in front of the hot tub.... Convenient? .. absolutely.. Clean? Well, I can tell you I didn't pull down the sheets when I went to sleep Saturday night.

Actually I can tell you I didn't sleep much Saturday night. We had the traditional firing it up in the room to be followed in one of the bars. Let me tell you that dancing is fun but dancing on tables is better.

Why is that? Why is climbing on stuff & being higher then everyone else more of a rush?? Is this in case anyone gets in my dance space I can boot f**k them to the head? or is it so I can minimize my dance skills down to JUST the booty shake? or is it because then I can jump off the table to unsuspecting passer-bys yelling "boo-ya!"

Anyways, we finally managed to make it back to our room & seeing as I was staying with the bride, our room was the party room. I had been disappointed so I decided that there wasn't much reason for me to stay awake & passed out amongst the mileu.

I was woken up around 430 by Hairdresser desperately trying to rip the sheets off my bed while I was on top of them. Her friend, we'll name FreakShow, wanted my blankets for herself as she was going to sleep on the couch. After some adjusting I drifted off again to only be woken this time around 6 am.

You see, I'm sleeping on a murphy bed and FreakShow got up in the night & tripped on one of the lets. Granted yes, this hurts, but why cry out like a sea lion and roll around on the floor to clamour up, stomp down the hallway sans bottoms, slam the bathroom door & whip open the fridge door, shaking everything inside. She then entered the bedroom crying about how she couldn't find her pjamas & NOW want them....

OK. ya.. did I mention this woman was a mother?? She actually cares for another lifeform... good lord.. She managed to get Hairdresser to look for the pants and while she was doing this stole hairdresser's spot in the bed bumping her to the couch.

THEN at 8 this scene was to only be repeated again with the exception that she has on underwear. It's about this time that I got up & booted it home.

Can't wait to see her at the wedding.