First Big Night Out in Whistler

So after having two decently strong sessions, I decide to go out in Whistler.

This was a pretty eventful night.

First, I call up the girl who I met at the visitor center. She meets up and we head to the village to watch Hot Hot Heat, a band who's here for Kokanee's Crankworx Mountain Bike Festival. I have my first Kokanee and my first poutine (poutine is french fries, cheese curds, and gravy...pretty tasty when you're drunk).

From the show we make our way to Cinnamon Bear, one of the only bars in Whistler that has pool tables (YESSS!). For anyone who doesn't know me well, a little background information: I don't want to toot my own horn, but I finished 4th in the Southeastern United States Amateur 9-Ball Tour back in the day. That's not spectacular or anything, but your average local bar room hustler IS GONNA GET F'N SPANKED, that's all I'm saying.

There I proceed to make friends with all the pool players, Martin, James, Danielle (a cute girl from the UK), Chris who runs weekly tourneys.

The girl I originally came with gets smashed, puts her backpack (with wine bottle in it) on a chair and wanders off. Moments later all money is missing out of her backpack ($150), she realizes this after someone (Danielle) accidentally knocks over the chair the backpack was on. Wine bottle busts and is all over the floor. Girl is furious. Goes ape-shit. Flips out on everyone. Leaves.

Danielle and I go to a club (Garfinkles). Club doesn't accept credit cards. UK Danielle buys my drinks (yayyy, i owe her). Danielle meets some other guy and wanders off (I don't owe her anymore, lol).

I leave Garfinkles and meet some girls from Vancouver. They invite me to a late night poutine stand. Poutine stand doesn't accept credit cards. Vancouver girl buys me poutine (yayyy!). I hang out with Vancouver girl until 5am, she says I have to visit her in Vancouver, I leave.

Walking 5 minutes back to Tantalus Lodge, the sun is up, I'm in the middle of the village, I look to my right, and see AN F'ING BEAR!!!! 20 feet away, on the side walk, in the middle of the damn village, with nobody around, there is a massive black bear, A BIG ONE!!! The distance from the 3-point line to the hoop, that's how close this black bear was. It seemed somewhat disinterested in me, but I decide that I should probably try and scare it off to discourage it from coming any closer, so I clap my hands and make loud obnoxious retarded noises at it and sound like a total idiot and it immediately runs off...black bears are pussies.

I of course felt like a bad ass, but constantly look behind me the entire rest of the way home.

Good first big night out in Whistler. I knew I brought my iPhone out for a reason tonight. Here are some snapshots of the bear!