If I have a really good day on the slopes (or near deadly), I tend to binge out on the booze. Then the next day I have the worst hangover in which for the life of me I cannot find my balance. One time at Marmot I slept in the van trying to burn off the binge from the night before, totally missing out on a great snow day. The last time was in Big White where I had to be carried back to my bunk by 5 Aussies and 1 Englishman, which I will call an "Australian Funeral". Strange thing is, the Aussies were so fascinated by my antics they wanted to go drinking with me in Kelowna the next day. Ummmm....no.....
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