Are we 20 something?

This weekend was one of the funnest weekends in a long time.

It was our company's long awaited Christmas party (yes, a little early). Each year, the boss invites all of us and our families to Whistler. For those of you who are not familiar with Whistler, here's a hint: it's where part of the 2010 Winter Olympics will be held, they are co-hosting with Vancouver.

It's a winter wonderland resort, about 1.5 hours away from here.

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Each year he splurges on this fantastic trip and we all look forward to it. This year was especially great since all of us were either newlyweds or recently engaged. So we were looking forward to spending some quality time with some adults our age.

On Friday night after we got there we took care of

business first:

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1. Check into the suite.

2. Go to village and find booze.

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Once we've successfully completed our mission in the village, we headed back to the hotel for the hot tubs outside. It felt like frostbite on my feet just walking to them outside -remember it's snowing in Whistler- but once inside the hot tub, all was well.

Here is where we stopped acting like 30-somethings and turned back into 20 year olds.

Someone mentioned a small get together in room 619. Sure we went.

And here are some picture from this very mature event:

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The girls before we got hammered. After a lot of drinks later....it looked like a frat party

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Us girls sitting on one of the girls husbands after one too many drinks. And here is a close up of the poor guy's face in case you missed it

Jp had the girls going wild for him

We went back to our room around 3am, in pretty rough shape.

I wish I had a picture to describe what happened next. I passed out on the bed, while JP was in the bathroom brushing his teeth. By the time he came back out, I guess the distance to the bed seemed too long, because he only made it half way there.

He woke up in the middle of the night to find himself -still fully clothed- halfway on the bed. His head and torso had reached the end of the bed, but sadly the rest of him didn't. He woke up with the lower part of his body still kneeling on the floor, beside the bed.

Now that is drunk.

Bigaffes and Hostables

I have just opened my Christmas present. Yup, my Christmas present. Jp, bless his soul, bought me something awesome, and me, being the wicked witch of the west, made him show me what it was. Hehe.

It's a brand new freakin' laptop. I've been having computer problems lately...or haven't you noticed? It's fantastic. And portable. (a key element in a laptop, I must say) Sure am glad JP fessed up. I hate surprises, even good ones. Aren't I a drag?

I should tell you about my absentee blog-ism as of late. (new word I've just made up) Because we're so smart, we decided to play 'trading spaces' / 'musical chairs' at our house. Oh yeah, just before the holidays seems like a perfect time to renovate every single room of the home. My son moved into a brand new room that we added on, so we had drywallers and flooring installers here last month. Then of course we had to paint. (by we I mean I) Cunning as I am, I convinced my son it looks fantastic with just one wall painted, and left the other three the way they were.

My daughter -who up to now shared a room with her brother - got our bedroom. (the kids had the master bedroom before, and our room was smaller) But now that he has his own room, and she didn't want to stay in the big room all alone, she also moved into a new room. Our old one. More painting, furniture shopping/assembling, and hair pulling -by me~

Only for lack of options, we ended up in the kids old room ...which origianlly was the master bedroom, it's huge and it's got great potential. But now, after doing the kids rooms we're exhausted, and want a break from painting/renovating. So, we've decided we'll not paint til the new year.

Too bad the kids room was multicolored. One wall yellow, one lime green one blue and one pink. I think I know what it feels like to be on acid now. Wanna try? Come over and try and sleep in my bedroom.

It sure does bring me back though, staring at those walls. (no no, not to the time I did mushrooms in highschool) but to the days when they were little. And when they used to talk like little kids: Bigaffe and Hostable. (my daughter couldn`t say giraffe and hospital for the longest time, and now being in their room makes me long for the days when she used to talk like that.)


So there you have it boys and girls, I`m back and I`m sitting in my psychadellic room on my new laptop.

Poor JP, I wonder what he`s gonna buy me for Christmas next?