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Whistler Fall 2002

 



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It was me, Heather, Jesse, Lisa, Justin and Lindsey. Heather organized it. We all piled in my van and drove up to Whistler for the weekend of December 8. It was goodness fun had by all. Even though the snow was severely limited, we still had lots of fun skiing and lots of fun not skiing.


I was excited to get on the road, to get to Whistler, to get to ski.


We got to our hotel room at 9, or so, and packed all 6 of us in there. (Heather took the pic, that is why there are only 5 in the picture)


That evening we went to the Dublin Gate pub and enjoyed nachos and good times.

Saturday we skied Blackcomb but didn't take any cameras along, as a result there are no skiing pictures from that day. There were only a few runs open, but everyone was in a great mood and the weather was fantastic. It was good times.

We began Saturday night at The Old Spaghetti Factory. I ordered spaghetti. We then did a little shopping. Justin bought some jeans, Heather bought some soap, and I checked out my ass in the ass cam.

After shopping we check out some bars. One bar thought it was Heather's birthday since her ID says 7/12/02. But, really, us Americans write our dates backwards from everyone else in the world. Why does it make sense to put months in front of days?


Another bar had a cowboy theme and some dartboards. Jesse got a bull's-eye

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Between bars we experimented with other modes of transportation.


This place was our favorite. They had live music and they played lots of songs from the UK. I like music from that place. No Coldplay was played while we were there unfortunately.


Eventually though it was time for bed because the next day we got to go...


SKIING!!!!


Self Portrait


The weather was beautiful and so was Heather.


My girlfriend skis very well.


Swish.


Skiing eventually ended and we had to go home. Most everyone slept on the way home except for Lindsey, who looked out the window and me, who drove.


 

MAX