Monday, March 1, 2010

The Perfect Cure




Did a guest grab your arse this week and demand that you get them a beer? Did your ferret eat your pet mouse? Did you drink too much toffee vodka last night and feel like you got hit by a bus? Did you eat too many pain au chocolats for breakfast? Did you put your pants on the wrong way this morning? Did you have to end something good just because you knew it would be the only way to avoid the inevitable? If you answered yes to any of those questions, I have the perfect cure for you. Go grab Crazy Carl, your assistant chef, and arguably one of the sickest and most nutterish skiers in resort, and have him hit the hill with you. Dont forget your beacon, shovel, probe, and of course your loaded iPod. On the way, grab a nutella and banana crepe that you can stuff your face with while you patiently ride the bubble and admire the bluebird day and fresh powder. As you trek to the top of Creux Noirs, make sure you yell rude comments at the "gay bladers" who are trying to make their way down the hill. Before you traverse over and drop in, put down your skis, mute your iPod, and do a 360 degree turn. Marvel at the surroundings. Take in the view of Mt. Blanc and its hat. Look out to Tignes and Val d' Isere. Check the drop off to Monteret. Once you have done that, strap on your skis and mosey on over to the top. Turn on your beacon and strap on your helmet. Move to the edge of the monumental mountain and map out the line you are going to create. Start blaring "Jerk It" by Thunderheist and drop in. As you cruise down, take extra strong turns so you can get face shots of powder. If you are feeling extra ballsy, make sure to take the time to hit the numerous drops on the way down. Dropping off the jumps and hitting the powder will cure all. Stack it on the way down if you are feeling super crazy. Having snow down your pants and in places where you never thought you could get snow will be sure to make you laugh hysterically.
Do this whole process at least three times. If this doesnt cure you, I dont know what will you nutter.

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