A Lesson Learned

Ok, I have learned a new lesson then. Never, ever, try to go out anywhere in Whistler on a Saturday night. Especially not when you've been told that it's some sort of American weekend when a lot of American teens head out of America and invade Canada.

Luckily we were able to get in somewhere for dinner, mainly due to eating at some indecent dining hour. However, after that we weren't able to get in anywhere. Our first choice of entertainment we had to give up (I'd better not say what this form of entertainment was as there may be parents listening!) due to being warned about the line-ups halfway there. Then followed a long walk through town with every single place queued up about 500m out the door. Add to this the hundreds of drunken Americans screaming and hollering, and generally being bloody annoying, it was a nightmare. After trying to play pool on a table that was horrendously warped (every single ball ended up in a huge group in one corner), we decided it was best to call it quits, and we headed in to play poker instead. This turned out to be such a success that I've just bought a pack of poker chips, and it's likely to become the new obsession in the house.