Those who call themselves the Hot Possie took a trip to Whistler this summer. When you are hip OG’s like them you don’t just take road trips, you name them silly names like “Dragonfest.” This is the video from last year, and there will be a new one this year. Here (scroll down for story) is a peek into this year’s trip, and it almost makes sense.
Summer skiing is over, but the Hot Possie is still living out of bags. Yes, for once, you can call us “gypsy.” But ONLY until you watch “Hot Possie Ruined My Life” and then, the full installment of Dragonfest ’94, right around the time you need a sweatshirt to stumble home from the bars. The weather wasn’t very cooperative in Whistler, to quote another BroBomb contributor, “I want to punch mother nature in the face for being a cunt.” That’s OK, Hot Possie knows how to handle down days. Do you even care about what happened in Whistler? Neither do we.
Advice for the youngins: Going to a summer camp for skiing is fun, regardless of where you go. But the question is, do you want to go to a camp in the woods with lots of wholesome physical activity, or go to a summer camp that’s set in some alpine version of Amsterdam? Yes, even I had my first blackout in Whistler. You’ll spend a lot more of your parents’ money and come back with an addiction, but it’s more fun than working on your double on an on-snow airbag… then working on your doubles in a foam pit. Yes, there are such skier nerds.
The Whistler Report: Dragonfest ’94 was coordinated this year to peak on Canada Day. We decided to be silly and bring American whiskey instead of Canadian and stocked up on beer in Portland as we left Hood. Oregon doesn’t even have sales tax much less sin tax, but Washington does and when you get to Canada, you’re screwed on prices. Duty-Free is the way to go for liquor, but beer isn’t much cheaper, plus the Canadian sell their beer in 15-packs. 15? We did stimulate the economy though and you too should pay close to NYC prices at the bar for Garfinkle’s Skate Night. Hopefully they keep it going, because that was the most fun I’ve ever had in one bar. I think Dragonfest actually peaked that night before Canada Day.
Poaching Bars vs. Poaching Lanes: IDs? Psht. Handstamps? We don’t need no stinkin’ handstamps. We barely paid a cover in Whistler, something I hate doing. It’s a ski town, there really isn’t any reason for every “club” in the village to pop you $5 for another Mat the Alien rip-off. It’s just like poaching the lanes at Hood. Act like you know what you’re doing and that you’ve been there all night, stay tight as a crew, give the bouncers mild incredulity when they ask if you have stamps AND most importantly, carry a camera. Not your GoPro.
More advice for the youngins: If you’re hungover, your coach is probably… well, hungover is an understatement. They’ve probably been running around the village till 5 a.m., in some sort of drug induced frenzy ranging from sublime bliss to sheer terror. Keep your voice down and if you wanna be that kid who’s trying to make friends with all the coaches, bring them an orange juice or something.
Bears: Bears?….yes, Bears!