Once upon a time.

Oh and reading back in the blog it seems I never made a post about the tremblant trip this january. It was great, with a few exceptions. we were invited to go to tremblant for a weekend with Aaron (the other aaron), nick, and some unknown number of other people. communicating details wasn't well done this trip, as with other nick-scursions. the "chalet" was a pretty old house, with some pretty busted up furniture, some old used appliances, and about 8 twin beds (without sheets), and a couple of couches, a fireplace etc.

ok it wasn't bad, honestly, it just wasn't what i pictured a chalet to be. i picture a chalet to be a log cabin of some sort, with a bearskin rug in front of a fireplace, with brushed aluminum appliances, comfy beds, towel service, preferably at the bottom of the ski hill, so theres no need to park the car, and you can snowboard or ski to the back door of the place you're staying at.

what it actually was was some cheap furniture thrown into cheap house. you know the kind with the really thin walls. perfect for a college drunk-fest where people are just going to either toss their cookies up on your furniture or damage it. not so good for a relaxing snowboarding weekend.

so the unknown number of guests turned out to be about 12-14 people. ok so, 8 beds 2 couches, 12 people, and one bathroom with a barely-working toilet. needless to say the next morning, the lineup was huge.

and the directions, let me talk for a minute about nick and directions. let me say nick is not the best navigator in the land. he has been known to hold maps upside down, and get confused about which way was north. many many roadtrips with him has taught me this. to start off with, we ride from the perkins in ottawa, where we were all given maps. innacurate maps in several important ways. firstly, the people planning the trip weren't going to follow the map exactly, and this wasnt communicated, because partway through, the route on the map uses a ferry ride across the ottawa river, which doesnt run in the middle of winter. After a few hours of driving this detail emerged from nicks memory. secondly the map was innacurate in that it wasn't a map with a real destination. we follow the map carefully, and arrive at: a stop sign, on a road in the middle of nowhere. it is at this point we figured it would be best if we called Aaron. apparently they didn't know which cabin they were getting till they got there, which seems odd to me.

Anyhow, blah blah blah, long story short, we stay the night we live through it somehow, with a few extra bedbugs due to there being no sheets to sleep on dirty matresses with. my legs completely failed me about 3/4 down the tremblant hill, and i had to walk the rest of the way, loralei had a great time snowshoeing, Phil got a royal flush playing poker, and we all made it home allright. Also somewhere along the way I managed to overflow the dishwasher with detergent bubbles. Never ever transfer dishes from a soapy sink into a dishwasher, without thorougly rinsing them first.

This goes right in the books with the other nick-scursions such as the time he got left behind in algonquin park when we checked out the crater, the invisible chilli, and the guiness stew that never was.