hootie and shipkicker takin whistler by storm

alright alright. so, back from our little excursion up the mountain, where we had some good times, learned a little about life, went to bed at a respectable hour. and talked to a guy from australia while doing a fake australian accent just to see if he noticed. heaps of fun. things that happened in whistler as follows. we arrive and its totally pouring rain, but no worries because we came prepared with some kick ass funbrellas, as we like to call them. and i made sure to bring only flip flops and sandals so my feet would get nice and wet. and cold. we ate a romantic dinner of burritos (aimee) and quiznos (me) while we pondered the thought of never going home. ever. went back to l'hotel for a nice hot tub (did you know they let you drink in the hot tub? super easy, just put your beer (aimee) or vodka (me) in an inconspicuos plastic cup and you are on your way). from here, we proceded to get ready to go out while watching selena for the fourth time because aimee really likes that movie and i'm pretty sure there was some singing along to george michaels too funky. we walk thru the village with our funbrellas and happen upon the bar which we will make ours for the night and quickly make friends with the nice boys in the vip line. who we ditch once we get inside because one of them mistakes pootie for a stripper pole. in no time, we are feeling no pain until some girl who is way too drunk steps on my sandaled foot with her last seasons stilletos and i am pretty sure i have some broken bones. i am not kidding. my foot is now blue. not purple, blue. in order to ease my pain, i talk some nice boy into buying me a double vodka redbull for $14 which i take two sips from when some other way too drunk girl knocks it out of my hand. booo. i have long since set my sights on a boy who i will make my makeout mission for the night while pootie is fielding marriage proposals from some of the other patrons. last check, she turned them down. at least i think she did. some time goes by and i will have to get pootie to fill in the blurry spots and the ugly lights come on, but it is not time to go yet. in fact, the show has just begun. i leave with my makeout no longer just a prospect, and hootie with her future husband for a little stroll to hang out outside the 7eleven. and this is where we meet the australian, who i remembered to give a fake name, but not a fake phone number. but i did it with an accent, so not a total loss. from here, some girl (?) trys to get us to come to a hot tub party with her and her friends. no, we did not go. bye makeout boy. at some point, we uncover that future husband knows some of the same people we do at home, which of course requires a background check at 3:30 in the morning. to banff. many thanks to andrew for staying on the phone with me for what felt 15 minutes but was probably more like an hour. you are super good stuff. now back at the hotel, i reclaim possesion of my own cell phone and for those of you who received text messages, you are welcome for the free entertainment. 4:30 in the morning. from here, we pass out with the tv blaring selena, the heat on full blast, and every light in the room on. and nobody puked. if thats not a successful trip, man, then i dont know success.