Wednesday 19 December 2012
Thursday 13 December 2012
Various Up dating and the Meribar opening party
So... I am tired. I do not think I have ever been this tired in my life. And I haven't even stepped on a piste yet. Not one foot. There have not been any ski boots on my feet, no big planks strapped to them while I hurtle somewhat uncontrollably downhill. In fact I haven't even done it slowly while in complete control. And my Three Valley lift pass had been sat on my bedside table for almost a week now.
I have done a lot of paperwork. And sent a lot of emails. And moved a hell of a lot of furniture around.
I have also ordered a new duvet and two sets of bedding. This season is all about the comfort. When I look back on this season in many years time, I want to look back and think, 'well maybe I didn't live the crazy rock and roll, bed hopping life style that most seasonaires live, but at least when I went to bed I was really bloody comfy'. No crappy single bed with blankets on for me! I have two single beds pushed together AND a 13.5 tog duvet!
Bloody hell I live an exciting life, you only realise it when you sit down to write about it!
But through this haze of work and duvets I have managed to get out of the hotel and even have a drink. And last night I was totally and utterly desperate for a drink. Last night was the Meribar's opening party.
Now I have written before about how Meribar is one of my favourite places to be on earth. It is my place to write, it is my place to get out of the hotel and my place to just sit and listen to live music and zone out totally.
Now this year the Meribar has new management, and luckily I already know them all. Go in and say hi, they are cool people. My one piece of Meribar advise is have one of their home made toffee vodkas. It is potentially the nicest drink ever invented and will, very soon become something that people visit the Meribar for. I am convinced it will make them famous.
Last night hey were also testing the go-pro pint where a pint of beer is attached to a go-pro and you get filmed drinking it. Now this is something I can promise I will never ever try. The angles of that camera are never ever going to be flattering. I wouldn't even consider a go-pro Gin.
There is of course the usual apres bar type things, the yard of ale, the thousands of jager bombs, a plethora of slightly scruffy looking young people milling around aimlessly. But although the staff look a bit scary they are actually brilliant, the place is comfy and warm and the drinks are cheap. The music is always loud and good (I hear tell on the grapevine that the Ram Raid are back for their usual Wednesday apres spot this season).
They have also updated the menu, several samples of which were floating round last night (I had to restrain myself from just snatching a whole plate from a passing waitress) (I had by that point consumed far to many alcoholic mixtures of gin, jager and toffee vodka and had become slightly distressed about how I would not be able to find food before my coco pops at 8.30 the next morning)
Anyway it was a great night. Everyone should go.
I am now too tired to remember what I am supposed to be writing? Who am I? Where am I? Where is my duvet?
I have done a lot of paperwork. And sent a lot of emails. And moved a hell of a lot of furniture around.
I have also ordered a new duvet and two sets of bedding. This season is all about the comfort. When I look back on this season in many years time, I want to look back and think, 'well maybe I didn't live the crazy rock and roll, bed hopping life style that most seasonaires live, but at least when I went to bed I was really bloody comfy'. No crappy single bed with blankets on for me! I have two single beds pushed together AND a 13.5 tog duvet!
Bloody hell I live an exciting life, you only realise it when you sit down to write about it!
But through this haze of work and duvets I have managed to get out of the hotel and even have a drink. And last night I was totally and utterly desperate for a drink. Last night was the Meribar's opening party.
Now I have written before about how Meribar is one of my favourite places to be on earth. It is my place to write, it is my place to get out of the hotel and my place to just sit and listen to live music and zone out totally.
Now this year the Meribar has new management, and luckily I already know them all. Go in and say hi, they are cool people. My one piece of Meribar advise is have one of their home made toffee vodkas. It is potentially the nicest drink ever invented and will, very soon become something that people visit the Meribar for. I am convinced it will make them famous.
Last night hey were also testing the go-pro pint where a pint of beer is attached to a go-pro and you get filmed drinking it. Now this is something I can promise I will never ever try. The angles of that camera are never ever going to be flattering. I wouldn't even consider a go-pro Gin.
There is of course the usual apres bar type things, the yard of ale, the thousands of jager bombs, a plethora of slightly scruffy looking young people milling around aimlessly. But although the staff look a bit scary they are actually brilliant, the place is comfy and warm and the drinks are cheap. The music is always loud and good (I hear tell on the grapevine that the Ram Raid are back for their usual Wednesday apres spot this season).
They have also updated the menu, several samples of which were floating round last night (I had to restrain myself from just snatching a whole plate from a passing waitress) (I had by that point consumed far to many alcoholic mixtures of gin, jager and toffee vodka and had become slightly distressed about how I would not be able to find food before my coco pops at 8.30 the next morning)
Anyway it was a great night. Everyone should go.
I am now too tired to remember what I am supposed to be writing? Who am I? Where am I? Where is my duvet?
Sunday 2 December 2012
Back in Meribel and the end of two long weeks
So here I am, back in Meribel. Last time I was here I was convinced I wouldn't be back again. Not back working anyway. I thought I would probably be back for a nice holiday at some point. But working, for five months. Not a chance.
And yet here I am, in the mountains, in front of a fire, looking out to the beautiful snow covered mountains, on my day off. Life seems actually quite blissful at the moment.
I have only been here a couple of days, after two weeks training.
As I have mentioned before, training last year was a mass of drinking, bed hopping and general bitchy behaviour. Gossip circulated round bleary-eyed hungover people every breakfast.
My first clue that this year's training was not going to be the same was at the first breakfast, when, as I was sat eating my bread and ham and filling up with tea, several people in running gear paraded into the dinning room. I was aware of the sudden interest in early morning mountain running amongst some members of the team as my own room mate, Miss F, had herself got up at 6am that very morning. She had also woken me up to ask if I wanted to accompany her on her jaunt into the cold and I restrained myself from swearing at her. However I realised that morning that she was not the only one taking up this bizarre form of early morning torture and she was being joined by several others.
I was further taken aback by just how many alert and awake people were sat merrily talking away at the breakfast. They weren't even talking about the goings on the night before. It turned out it wasn't just me who had gone to bed early. It was everyone.
Don't get me wrong, after about a week, a couple of rumors started appearing, there was the odd person having too much to drink. But it was all quite tame really. It was lovely. Miss F and myself concluded that although there had been less drinking, less gossip there had actually been much more laughing and we had actually enjoyed ourselves a lot more. And as a bonus neither one of us had actually fallen asleep during lectures. Does this make us sad? Old? Probably but I don't care one little bit.
This doesn't mean there was no drinking. There was quite a lot of drinking on the last night and all in all it was a very pleasant evening. Miss F went to bed early. I didn't. I then went on to try and wake her up when I got in by hissing at her loudly and asking if she was asleep. She did not respond and I went on to do all my packing, quite drunk, at one in the morning. Fun times.
So back to Meribel. Currently enjoying my day off. The only issue is that we have to go all the way into town for our dinner, and we forgot to stock up on food for breakfast and lunch so we are currently dining on the delicacies of dry coco pops, beans and BBQ crisps. If anyone would like to come and show me how to turn on the gas in the hotel so we can at least eat some pasta I would really appreciate it. Way too lazy for the walk into town and back to the only shop open in Meribel.
So far in Meribel I have eaten a burger at La Tav - bree and bacon, very nice. And dropped into Scotts for their opening night. It was good, they brought us free food.
And yet here I am, in the mountains, in front of a fire, looking out to the beautiful snow covered mountains, on my day off. Life seems actually quite blissful at the moment.
I have only been here a couple of days, after two weeks training.
As I have mentioned before, training last year was a mass of drinking, bed hopping and general bitchy behaviour. Gossip circulated round bleary-eyed hungover people every breakfast.
My first clue that this year's training was not going to be the same was at the first breakfast, when, as I was sat eating my bread and ham and filling up with tea, several people in running gear paraded into the dinning room. I was aware of the sudden interest in early morning mountain running amongst some members of the team as my own room mate, Miss F, had herself got up at 6am that very morning. She had also woken me up to ask if I wanted to accompany her on her jaunt into the cold and I restrained myself from swearing at her. However I realised that morning that she was not the only one taking up this bizarre form of early morning torture and she was being joined by several others.
I was further taken aback by just how many alert and awake people were sat merrily talking away at the breakfast. They weren't even talking about the goings on the night before. It turned out it wasn't just me who had gone to bed early. It was everyone.
Don't get me wrong, after about a week, a couple of rumors started appearing, there was the odd person having too much to drink. But it was all quite tame really. It was lovely. Miss F and myself concluded that although there had been less drinking, less gossip there had actually been much more laughing and we had actually enjoyed ourselves a lot more. And as a bonus neither one of us had actually fallen asleep during lectures. Does this make us sad? Old? Probably but I don't care one little bit.
This doesn't mean there was no drinking. There was quite a lot of drinking on the last night and all in all it was a very pleasant evening. Miss F went to bed early. I didn't. I then went on to try and wake her up when I got in by hissing at her loudly and asking if she was asleep. She did not respond and I went on to do all my packing, quite drunk, at one in the morning. Fun times.
So back to Meribel. Currently enjoying my day off. The only issue is that we have to go all the way into town for our dinner, and we forgot to stock up on food for breakfast and lunch so we are currently dining on the delicacies of dry coco pops, beans and BBQ crisps. If anyone would like to come and show me how to turn on the gas in the hotel so we can at least eat some pasta I would really appreciate it. Way too lazy for the walk into town and back to the only shop open in Meribel.
So far in Meribel I have eaten a burger at La Tav - bree and bacon, very nice. And dropped into Scotts for their opening night. It was good, they brought us free food.
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