Hot Messes

What could be safer and more fun than skiing in ridiculous costumes after getting drunk off toffee vodka???

Valley Rally is a drunk Scavenger hunt-race that is completed on the slopes of Courchevel and La Tania by teams of 4. The only rules are that each team must be comprised of at least one boy and one girl and there must be two disciplines showcased by each team. Emma, Ian, and I of course determined that we were going to ski and we all felt it would be pertinent to have our fourth member, Carl, participate on "gay blades." He kindly obliged as he was given no other choice.

The morning began at 9am when Emma and I desperately tried to figure out what we were dressing up as. We were well aware of the fact that our two other teammates, Ian and Carl, were extremely serious about this valley rally and had been planning their costumes for quite sometime. Thus, we knew we could not disappoint. Fortunately for us, Elisabeth had been kind enough to send us matching nightgowns for Valentines Day. Little did she know that they were going to be worn on the slopes. We were also lucky enough to have been given a washed Pig that smelled of peach lotion by a certain Mrs. Knappenberger. What more did we need for a suitable costume? Some Christmas lights, some tinfoil, and some love. We were set. Out of this the "Hot Messes" were created. Once we were dressed and ready, the boys -joined us for some strategy planning. Crazy Carl was dressed up as a Mexican Snowman. We are still trying to determine what Ian was dressed up as. Once Emma and I were done pissing ourselves at the sight of their costumes, we made our way to the Bubble bar to begin the days festivities.

The race commenced with a healthy serving of Jaeger bombs as well as pints of Mutzig that housed candy and eggs. One of the goals was for each team member to hold onto their egg during the race as it would provide you with massive points in the end. Unfortunately, we lost our eggs right as we got off the first lift. Although we were the first ones out of the bar and up the hill, we were quickly passed as Carl was unable to put on his "gay blades." The race consisted of us making it to 6 checkpoints, alive. During the race we were defaced with pens, tackled by opponents, given points for completing the most ridiculous naked tricks in the park, forced to drink garlic vodka, instructed to trade underwear with our teammates, directed to bob for apples in flour while sitting on our naked teammates, and forced to drink toffee vodka. After we reached our final checkpoint it was a mad dash to the finish line. Somehow, Emma and I got separated from Ian and Carl and they ended up waiting at the middle of the slope for us, although we were already down at the finish line. I am blaming that on the excessive shots of toffee vodka.

All in the all it was by far the best day of the season. I have not skied that hard and that fast ever. It was a thrill chasing other teams down the slopes in attempts to snatch their balloons and break their eggs. Watching the looks and hearing the laughs of other punters on the slopes as we skied past them was priceless. The looks of other skiers in the lift lines as we were throwing ourselves on each other, whilst trying to take off each others skis and throw them down the slopes was charming. The looks on the park riders faces as Crazy Carl got naked and did a 360 off the jump was extremely priceless as well. The thrill of skiing as fast as possible to the finish after having pounded more toffee vodka than necessary was the best of it all.

Oh, I forgot...having to deal with Carl landing in the Gendarms custody was the most enchanting part of the day.

Here are some pics that showcase the day:
http://picasaweb.google.com/ohalfen/CourchValleyRally#