Skiing day four: By this point it has become apparent that the guy who hired me the boots was right and they were in fact too big for me, which meant that my feet had been able to move inside them, which has led to an annoying ankle injury making me even more hopeless at skiing than usual.
After a disastrous skiing lesson on Tuesday morning…
spent mostly lying on the snow watching people race past me whilst I’m lost in my thoughts making plans to: clean the bathroom as soon as I get back to London / learn the lyrics to Bitches Ain’t Shit by Dr Dre word by word / rape __ at gunpoint, maybe keep him tied up naked in his bedroom for a few days possibly weeks / buy a new t-shirt from Replay and flirt with the bored salesgirl / have blonde children
…I take the afternoon off skiing and try to do a gym workout instead. When I realize that there actually isn’t a gym in the whole resort (despite what they had promised us), I decide to do a workout in the room. That involves some press-ups (300), sit-ups (200), back stretches (50) and an inventive use of the wooden beams on the ceiling for some pull-ups (45). Pictures of the latter can be seen below.Avec shirt:
In the evening, after the dinner (where I finally break down and I have my dessert, followed by Nicole’s dessert, followed by Emma!’s dessert = some crappy baked apple with nuts and two pieces of chocolate cake with cream), we move to the lounge for the hotel’s quiz night.
And on the quiz night the following things happen:
- We name our team London Preppy’s Concrete Igloo. The Concrete Igloo is a tedious in-joke that I won’t bother explaining, but I won’t pretend that the general consensus to use my name as part of the team name doesn’t satisfy me (and no, it wasn’t my idea)
- I volunteer to write down the answers, in fact I don’t volunteer, I demand, because I like my handwriting a lot, not to mention that my handwriting is one of the most blatant signs that there are some serious imbalances in my brain. More specifically, I write like people type
- There are 6 rounds of questions in the quiz and these are: Sports, General Knowledge, Music & Literature, Famous Sayings, Geography and Something That I Can’t Remember Right Now. Despite not knowing anything in Sports (Matty, John A and John B take this one on) I make up in the Music & Literature one of course
- We win the quiz
- The prize is a bottle of red wine, but my prize is the fact that the quiz master makes a big deal of the handwriting on our answer sheet and everyone in the room knows I am more machine than human
After this amazing bonding experience John A and Emma! go to bed, John B an Emma go to bed, Matty, Nicole and I go to bed, I continue to regret making judgments about all these people the first hour I saw them cause I actually kinda like them now.