Right, time for part two. It might be worth reading part one if you haven´t already…
We started off by heading down to Les Arcs 1950 (the next resort down t mountain) and went to Luigis bar for a couple of pints of Stella. After that we headed back up to our resort and went to the Red Rock Cafe (it´s actually a bar).
Food was not bad but more importantly – lots of wine and beer. Ended up getting quite pissed and me and Clint started playing pool. Luckily I was still sober enough to order a few more carafs of wine. Me and Clint then thought we´d challenge the others to a game of doubles. Chris and Cath took up the challenge so we bet them that if they beat us I´d do a black (difficult) run the next day. We then found out that Chris used to be the captain of his pool team. Arse. Just managed to wing it though.
On the way back to the chalet later, we came accross a load of the group at the top of the lifts hanging around. Turns out that Jenny and Beany had managed to get stuck in the lift! Ace.
The doors were open a little bit but they were just below the floor level. We tried a few mission impossible stylee attempts to get them out but ended up just slicing my fingers open, so we waited for about an hour for an engineer to get them out. It wasn´t all boring though. Jenny farted on Beany. After that we went back and necked a load more wine.
The next day we were way too hung over to even walk let alone ski so we headed back to the Red Rock for some food. On the way Clint translated the sign on the lift. It said "Out of order: Vandalised". We were resquing dammit, not vandalising!!!
Spent most of the rest of the day doing sod all. Dinner > pissed > bed. Friday was the last day of skiing. In the lessons we went up to 3200m, to the top of the mountain. The views were amazing. Since the runs up there were pretty steep we came down a bit further and did a red and a few blues back down to the bottom.
In the afternoon we headed out again with the experienced guys. We went right up to the top and did a red and black run. It was fucking awesome! Decided to do a few of the bigger blue runs on my own to finish off and then headed back for the last night.
We had an awards ceremony after dinner and gave prezzies to Jen and Jenny for doing all the organising. Clint one "most amusing suntan" (pic on here soon) and I won "Most metalist" (we got others too!). We then got absolutely slaughtered. Woke up in the morning with a sore face and bruised knuckles. Asked Clint why. He said I´d probably been fighting with Beany. Tuens out we were doing body slides across the contrete floor and Clint jumped on top of me…
Woke up the next day with a bad hangover again and headed to Red Rock for breakfast. Got a free absynth and was pissed again. Packed and then spent the day travelling home. Got back without much happening apart from finding Tony´s car with a flat battery cos he left the radio on. Great.
That´s about it really. Probably missed loads but I´m off down the Hart again now. Toodles
