The Awesome – Day 27 : Hangovers, water ramps and sun, oh my!.

What can I tell you about yesterday… It was Awsome.

Technically, yesterday started at midnight, and I rolled into yesterday in a heightened state of Awesome thanks to multiple factors including Whistler, Sake Margaritas and Sarah Burke.

What started as a mellow dinner at Earls with Steve rolled into an all-out bash in Whistler Village. From Earls, we went to Momentum staff dinner at Sushi Village which was highlighted by rounds of the boys singing Warren Zevon, taking their shirts off, slapping each other silly and Rory hiding their shirts in a tree.

From there, a mass exodus made their way to Garfinkles for a rap battle. It sucked. It’s Canada. Not much more can be said. I went to find the adults at Amsterdam per Sarah’s beckoning and was instantly treated to more double blueberry vodka sodas than one would deem healthy. Some shit talking, more drinking, shots and drunkeness later, Sarah, Elsa, Jess, Steve, Alex and more made our way to Moe Joes, ran out, went to a hotel party at Alex’s room (no gold medal, but lots of vodka) got progressively more drunk, Sarah donned bike shorts from someone in the room, stole a bike, rode it around the village for a while, ditched it in the trees and ran home.

It was right about this point that I ran into Luke VanValin, Chug, Schmuck, filmer Drew, Kyle from Salomon, AJ, Meg and who knows who else. Chug picked me up, carried me around much to my dismay and then dropped me on the ground, much to my greater dismay and the health of my elbow. Once recovered, a CATASTROPHE presented itself. My travel wallet had been stolen. Yes, big-time rookie mistake, I had taken everything out with me. Mind you, I had anticipated a mere dinner at Earls and my drivers license had recently been purloined by the Man. So, my passport was my only form of ID.

Someone said they saw whodunit, and we were in hot pursuit. I love my friends. More accurately, acquaintances who turn out to be friends in the most hairy of situations. Drew, Schmuck, Kyle, AJ and Steve would not rest until my wallet had been rescued, even if that meant beating the shit out of the dude who had it. After said dude sent us on a 20-minute wild goose chase (claiming he “knew who had it, it’s right over there.”) the boys came through and it was back in my possession. Holy wave of relief.

The only thing missing? My room key. fach.

AJ And Kyle patiently waited with me in the hallway until maintenance was able to come to the rescue. We all passed out promptly… around 5:00 am, after AJ had called everyone in my phone directory whom he knew, about 30 people. That will cost me about $100. No big deal. Still love that kid.

So, awesome night, but, to top off the day, we went to Splashdown. The first annual waterramp event hosted by Momentum, sponsored by Freeskier that had a KILLER turnout. Very stoked on the outcome.

The Whistler water ramps are where some of the first freeride tricks went down by the New Canadian Airforce including the D-Spin and the mute grab. Mike Douglas and JP Auclair were even here today to witness the further progression which included a 1620 double flat spin by Riddle and a triple front flip by Mike Henitiuk.

The boys crushed the water ramps, the sun was out, Luke was in short shorts and we all got a sun burn. Very Awesome. Check out the full story on freeskier.com.

I kicked it with the female campers and Corey while Steve crushed the coverage. Super proud of the new guy. Good work, buddy.