Thursday, August 21, 2008

Underwear and Potatoes

Ahhh...back to the grind. There's nothing better for killing post-holiday joy than going back to work. At least my office is 5 feet away from a full carafe of Starbucks Caffe Verona. At home I am 5 feet away from 5 feet of dirty laundry. We were only gone 4 days, but do you want to know a dirty secret? In the interest of saving time, I brought dirty laundry with me to Whistler and washed it at the house we rented. So we had clean clothes for our trip. But now we have none. I'm wearing the oh-so-comfy-but-none-too-pretty laundry-day undies and a blouse from which I ripped the tags this morning.

I want a nap. Instead I must fill my high-efficiency washer with a pitchfork and OxyClean and stand over a hot dryer folding and folding to infinity and beyond. If it were really highly efficient it would do all this for me while I napped. The hot laundry makes me even sleepier. As I snuggle the downy softness of freshly tumbled t-shirts I barely resist burrowing into the hot pile yet to be folded and hibernating...at least until dinnertime. I am craving piles of warm things: creamy, steamy mashed potatoes and yorkshires filled with thick, rich gravy, and hot freshly baked buttered bread. Mmmmm. If I could lay on the bed of soft bread and pull mounds of fluffy warm potatoes over me and put a fat yorkshire under my head I would be happy. See how I crave carbs when I am tired? They are both comforting and comfortable. I am seriously a carbivore. Make no wonder I look like a potato.

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Welcome to Whistler!

I'm in Whistler, home of the 2010 Winter Olympics (well, the mountain-dependant sports anyway, the rest are in Vancouver). We are lucky to be staying in the "cabin" we won in an auction, which is actually a 5-bedroom, 3-bathroom, 3-level chalet with 2 laundry rooms, a hot tub and a cappuccino machine. I don't want to go home. This place is lovely with all the wood beams, spiral staircases, sunny decks.... The owners live in Vancouver, and this is their vacation home. It's worth over a million dollars.

We went to the first annual Cheese Rolling Competition. It was so hot I thought the cheese would run rather than roll down the grassy hill. Tried some amazing cheeses, like barbecue-flavoured cheese curds, wasabi cheese, cumin cheese, and cracked pepper cheese. I like cheese. Sat on a rocky slope with sticks poking me in the butt until half my ass went to sleep. Then we packed 'er in and took the Cheese Bus back down to the village.

Went to Lululemon. Resisted buying anything (not even a hairband!). It's so trendy I don't think they ever have sales. Saw a little girl buying an overpriced hoodie for school. She was so small the smallest size was swimming on her. Made me kind of sick that her mom would waste that kind of money on a 10-year-old. Went to Helly Hansen where everything was 30% off. Their change rooms have swinging doors that don't lock. I was halfway into a pair of shorts (that's as far as they would go; they were a size too small!) when a guy opened the door looking for his girlfriend who had just vacated that same change room. Made an O face whilst grasping at my shorts in a half-pike position and grabbing for the door. Didn't buy any shorts. Or the $150 jacket I fell in love with.

Well, I'm off to the gondola and then finish packing to go home. I've procrastinated enough. Everyone is ready to go and I'm still in my jammies.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008