For the past couple of days, we’ve been experiencing some technical difficulties with our internet connection. It’s not our little computers fault, the connection just isn’t getting there. Therefore we have been somewhat cut from the rest of the world, especially as we haven’t been leaving the house much. We make the occasional treks into town but with no car, and average temperatures of minus 30 degrees Celsius, we try to keep the town visits to a minimum. We went in yesterday and it was so cold, the coldest I’ve ever been in my life. And I was wearing 2 pairs of socks, 2 long-sleeved shirts, a thick woollen cardigan, and a windproof, fleece lined jacket and thermal leggings under my jeans! It only takes about half an hour to walk into town but with the wind, and the cold and the snow, it feels like hours.
There is, however, a positive consequence of all this wintery goodness. We found out yesterday that due to high snowfall, the Fernie Ski Resort is opening for this weekend! This Saturday and Sunday! Which also happens to be my birthday weekend! And I don't have to start work until the 2nd of December. Hurrah! And I’ll be able to ski on my birthday! Best birthday present EVERRRR!
Robyn and Adam get back to Fernie on Friday, which is exciting. It seems like they’ve had a great time in Australia, I just hope they’re prepared for the epic coldness that awaits them!
I had another skiing dream last night, me and my brother and my Dad all went skiing. I’ve been really worried that my skiing talents will be long gone, as I haven’t been in the snow for almost 6 years. In the dream though, I seemed to be skiing pretty well so hopefully, it was a subliminal message that I will be fine and even though I’ll have the obligatory awesome stacks but all in all, it’ll just be like riding a bike and it’ll all come back to me... hopefully.
There are some really good perks that come with working up on the hill. Group lessons are free, you get good discounts on food and beverage, and also on hire gear. And, most importantly, coffee is only 25cents! Awesome! And there is also the perk of ski breaks during the day! I’m pretty excited to start work, I’ve been feeling pretty inactive lately and it’ll be great to get some funds rolling in, at the awesome rate of $8 an hour woo! The general consensus also implies that Lost Boy’s is a fun place to work as well, so I’m hoping the people like me and the work is cool.
Hopefully we’ll be back online soon so our posts won’t be so few and far between.
Much skiing anticipatory love, T and Z
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
MORE SNOW!
Here are some more photos of our fun snow day. We had a great afternoon, stomping around and remarking how we really are in Canada and it really is snowing!
I hope Crystal is undercover in Calgary, otherwise Robyn and Adam might have to do some excavating! This car in town isn't too far away from being completely covered!
These are mountain ash berries, they provide the main source of food for birds during the Winter, and they're red and pretty :)
We've been saying for ages that we should walk down around the river and for some reason we decided that today would be the day, amongst the snow and the -10 degrees. It was great fun though, stomping around and falling over. Well I fell over. A lot.
YAY SNOW!
I hope Crystal is undercover in Calgary, otherwise Robyn and Adam might have to do some excavating! This car in town isn't too far away from being completely covered!
These are mountain ash berries, they provide the main source of food for birds during the Winter, and they're red and pretty :)
We've been saying for ages that we should walk down around the river and for some reason we decided that today would be the day, amongst the snow and the -10 degrees. It was great fun though, stomping around and falling over. Well I fell over. A lot.
YAY SNOW!
SNOW!
Woke up this morning at a leisurely 9:30 to find ourselves in a Winter Wonderland! So much snow! Around 4 inches have fallen so far and it's still snowing hardcore.
If your judging us for our leisurely sleep-in, I can honestly tell you that my alarm clock went off at 7 and then again at 8 for me to go to the gym, but it's just so dark in the mornings, and cold, and the bed is just soooo warm, it's really hard to get up and at 'em! I'll go to the gym this afternoon... maybe.
So with Crystal in Calgary, awaiting Robyn and Adam's return, it looks like Zane and I are staying home for a while. Luckily we got new books and movies from the library yesterday! The predicted temperatures for the next couple of days are mind-boggling! Thursday is -2 to -16, Friday: -8 to -21, Saturday: -14 to -22!
So for today at least, we'll be snuggled up, nice and warm, with the fireplace going :) And if it stops snowing a bit, it's SNOWMAN MAKING TIME!
The view from our balcony. Snow Time!
If your judging us for our leisurely sleep-in, I can honestly tell you that my alarm clock went off at 7 and then again at 8 for me to go to the gym, but it's just so dark in the mornings, and cold, and the bed is just soooo warm, it's really hard to get up and at 'em! I'll go to the gym this afternoon... maybe.
So with Crystal in Calgary, awaiting Robyn and Adam's return, it looks like Zane and I are staying home for a while. Luckily we got new books and movies from the library yesterday! The predicted temperatures for the next couple of days are mind-boggling! Thursday is -2 to -16, Friday: -8 to -21, Saturday: -14 to -22!
So for today at least, we'll be snuggled up, nice and warm, with the fireplace going :) And if it stops snowing a bit, it's SNOWMAN MAKING TIME!
The view from our balcony. Snow Time!
Saturday, November 13, 2010
THE GHOSTRIDERS
The local Fernie Hockey team are consistently awesome. The name Ghostriders comes from a Fernie legend dating back to over a hundred years ago. The story goes like this: the founder of our beautiful town, William Fernie, pursued a local Native Indian girl, even proposing to her, having seen she was wearing a necklace made of coal beads. Once he discovered the source of the coal, he promptly left the girl, incensing her father. A shadow falls across one of the nearby mountains in the shape of a man on a horse, the Ghostrider. People say this is the spirit of the Father, chasing down William Fernie for shaming his daughter. A lot of people believed a curse was on Fernie, which attributed to the string of bad luck such as fires, which burnt down Fernie two years in a row in the early 1900s. A few decades later, a nearby Indian tribe was invited and performed a curse-lifting ceremony to rid Fernie of bad spirits. Maybe they were a little too good at removing bad spirits, maybe they went a little over-the-top, encouraging people to stay in Fernie forever... Fernie Phenomenon anyone?
Anyway, we’ve seen the Ghostriders play a few times and they’ve won all but one game, which they lost in a deeply disturbing turn of un-awesomeness. The opposing goalie was freaking amazing and could stop pucks with nay more than a steely gaze.
Most of the time, the team are unbelievable. They are ranging in 16-20 years of age and they fight with the unbridled anger of young testosterone. When they get on the ice, it’s go-time. The first game we went to was against Kimberley, a nearby town with whom they obviously have an ongoing grudge. The ferocity and the inevitable fisticuffs which ensue are different to when they play other teams. It’s pretty sweet. A number of times during the game, the crowd would chant “Kimberley’s a girl’s name”, which Robyn would find hilarious, as her Dad’s name is Kimberley. Classic. I never thought I’d be the sort to encourage violence but for some reason I just get all riled up and when the gloves come off, I’m standing with the rest of the crowd screaming “fight fight FIGHT!”.
The funniest thing about the team is the surnames. Surely it isn’t a joke, but the various names of the teammates are quite peculiar. Golightly, Milhouse, Cool, even the goalie has the last name of Pickles! My favourite player, however, is Baba. He’s the newly appointed assistant captain, and I was concerned that this move would tame him somewhat. You see, Baba is the Willie Mason of hockey. I think he is brought out, no, unleashed, only to bring bloodshed and punches onto the ice. The first time we saw him come on, he skated on and within two minutes had a biff and then skated straight off, leaving a trail of blood drops on the ice. I was concerned because lately, it had seemed the Baba had lost his punching power, possible due to his appointment to the position of assistant captain, bringing status, respect and responsibility. But, thankfully, during the midweek game against Kimberly, the old Baba returned with flying fists. He came on and I swear within twenty seconds he’d picked out a player of the opposing team, doing the whole pointing “you, me.... it’s on” thing. And then less than a minute later, the gloves were shunned, the sticks thrown aside, the helmets sliding across the ice and the biff was on {his second for the night}.
The funny thing is, the refs are SO vigilant when it comes to fighting. The second even a few harsh words are exchanged, the refs are there breaking it up even before the players are skating towards each other. But when it’s Baba, they know to just let him go. And they do, and he gets a few good punches in and then he just skates straight off, amidst cheers from the crowd.
Going to the hockey is great. When we first went, we were like “Awesome! It’s $9 for a ticket! It’s a cheap night out!” But then when we get there we always get a few beers.... And then a few more beers.... And then if we’re peckish we’ll get some chips.... And then a few more beers.... And then when the hockey is over we’ll be walking home.... And then on our way home we’ll see the pub.... And then we’ll go to the pub.... And then we’ll wake up the next morning with hangovers and empty wallets.
About a week ago we had our first in-town snowfall. It really snowed. Big beautiful fat flakes falling heavy and fast to the ground where they promptly melted. But still, Zane and I were walking to the library and it was like we were in a snowglobe, it was so beautiful. But the snow got in our eyes and it kinda hurt but it was still cool. And then yesterday, the day Robyn and Adam were set to leave for Australia, we all woke up to find a dusting of snow on the grass and rooftops. It was great for them to see the first snowfall because we haven’t seen much but I’m sure by the time they come back in late November, the whole town will be covered in snow, at least it better be! The weather channels predict snowfall for the next week, so I really hope it proves correct. Hopefully we’ll be making snowmen in no time!
As Robyn and Adam have headed back to Australia for Robyn’s sister’s wedding, Zane and I have the whole house to ourselves! We’ve decided to celebrate our 5-year anniversary a month early, so today we’ve rented out some movies, had a few beers, and cooked some pork ribs on our balcony BBQ. And they were DELICIOUS! Amazing and tender, marinated in hickory sauce. Might go downstairs soon and enjoy the luxuries of the hot tub. Unemployment is bliss!
Much love to all, Z and T.
PS: Jo and Darcy, have a beautiful wedding and don’t tempt Robyn and Adam into staying in Australia! We need their rent payments! And their drinking inclinations!
Master Barbequer
Mmmmm Ribs
The local Fernie Hockey team are consistently awesome. The name Ghostriders comes from a Fernie legend dating back to over a hundred years ago. The story goes like this: the founder of our beautiful town, William Fernie, pursued a local Native Indian girl, even proposing to her, having seen she was wearing a necklace made of coal beads. Once he discovered the source of the coal, he promptly left the girl, incensing her father. A shadow falls across one of the nearby mountains in the shape of a man on a horse, the Ghostrider. People say this is the spirit of the Father, chasing down William Fernie for shaming his daughter. A lot of people believed a curse was on Fernie, which attributed to the string of bad luck such as fires, which burnt down Fernie two years in a row in the early 1900s. A few decades later, a nearby Indian tribe was invited and performed a curse-lifting ceremony to rid Fernie of bad spirits. Maybe they were a little too good at removing bad spirits, maybe they went a little over-the-top, encouraging people to stay in Fernie forever... Fernie Phenomenon anyone?
Anyway, we’ve seen the Ghostriders play a few times and they’ve won all but one game, which they lost in a deeply disturbing turn of un-awesomeness. The opposing goalie was freaking amazing and could stop pucks with nay more than a steely gaze.
Most of the time, the team are unbelievable. They are ranging in 16-20 years of age and they fight with the unbridled anger of young testosterone. When they get on the ice, it’s go-time. The first game we went to was against Kimberley, a nearby town with whom they obviously have an ongoing grudge. The ferocity and the inevitable fisticuffs which ensue are different to when they play other teams. It’s pretty sweet. A number of times during the game, the crowd would chant “Kimberley’s a girl’s name”, which Robyn would find hilarious, as her Dad’s name is Kimberley. Classic. I never thought I’d be the sort to encourage violence but for some reason I just get all riled up and when the gloves come off, I’m standing with the rest of the crowd screaming “fight fight FIGHT!”.
The funniest thing about the team is the surnames. Surely it isn’t a joke, but the various names of the teammates are quite peculiar. Golightly, Milhouse, Cool, even the goalie has the last name of Pickles! My favourite player, however, is Baba. He’s the newly appointed assistant captain, and I was concerned that this move would tame him somewhat. You see, Baba is the Willie Mason of hockey. I think he is brought out, no, unleashed, only to bring bloodshed and punches onto the ice. The first time we saw him come on, he skated on and within two minutes had a biff and then skated straight off, leaving a trail of blood drops on the ice. I was concerned because lately, it had seemed the Baba had lost his punching power, possible due to his appointment to the position of assistant captain, bringing status, respect and responsibility. But, thankfully, during the midweek game against Kimberly, the old Baba returned with flying fists. He came on and I swear within twenty seconds he’d picked out a player of the opposing team, doing the whole pointing “you, me.... it’s on” thing. And then less than a minute later, the gloves were shunned, the sticks thrown aside, the helmets sliding across the ice and the biff was on {his second for the night}.
The funny thing is, the refs are SO vigilant when it comes to fighting. The second even a few harsh words are exchanged, the refs are there breaking it up even before the players are skating towards each other. But when it’s Baba, they know to just let him go. And they do, and he gets a few good punches in and then he just skates straight off, amidst cheers from the crowd.
Going to the hockey is great. When we first went, we were like “Awesome! It’s $9 for a ticket! It’s a cheap night out!” But then when we get there we always get a few beers.... And then a few more beers.... And then if we’re peckish we’ll get some chips.... And then a few more beers.... And then when the hockey is over we’ll be walking home.... And then on our way home we’ll see the pub.... And then we’ll go to the pub.... And then we’ll wake up the next morning with hangovers and empty wallets.
About a week ago we had our first in-town snowfall. It really snowed. Big beautiful fat flakes falling heavy and fast to the ground where they promptly melted. But still, Zane and I were walking to the library and it was like we were in a snowglobe, it was so beautiful. But the snow got in our eyes and it kinda hurt but it was still cool. And then yesterday, the day Robyn and Adam were set to leave for Australia, we all woke up to find a dusting of snow on the grass and rooftops. It was great for them to see the first snowfall because we haven’t seen much but I’m sure by the time they come back in late November, the whole town will be covered in snow, at least it better be! The weather channels predict snowfall for the next week, so I really hope it proves correct. Hopefully we’ll be making snowmen in no time!
As Robyn and Adam have headed back to Australia for Robyn’s sister’s wedding, Zane and I have the whole house to ourselves! We’ve decided to celebrate our 5-year anniversary a month early, so today we’ve rented out some movies, had a few beers, and cooked some pork ribs on our balcony BBQ. And they were DELICIOUS! Amazing and tender, marinated in hickory sauce. Might go downstairs soon and enjoy the luxuries of the hot tub. Unemployment is bliss!
Much love to all, Z and T.
PS: Jo and Darcy, have a beautiful wedding and don’t tempt Robyn and Adam into staying in Australia! We need their rent payments! And their drinking inclinations!
Master Barbequer
Mmmmm Ribs
Thursday, November 4, 2010
THE FERNIE PHENOMENON
After about a week of overcast, drizzly weather, the past couple of days have been blindingly sunny and beautiful. There's been something of a heatwave lingering, with average daytime temperatures of around 10-15 degrees. We haven't wanted to waste what could be the last great weather before the snow falls so we've been getting out and about and exploring the town.
Zane and I went on a two hour walk right around the historical part of Fernie, out through the rural area and then home alongside Elk River. You can see the photos from our trekking below. It was pretty overcast when we started and we had to trek through quite a bit of mud but once we got through the fields the trail went onto stone paths and then through the forest. It was beautiful and quiet, so green and lush, and despite the serenity of the moment, I couldn't stop my brain from thinking about bears. It didn't put my mind at ease that I couldn't remember whether it's the grizzly or the black bear that you make a lot of noise or play dead upon sight...
No need to worry though, no bears sighted. There have been two black bears meandering around town lately, according to the "bear corner" section of the Fernie Free Press (which isn't free, go figure). The section allows people to report bear sightings but, due to the impending cold, it is going into hibernation from next week har har.
This particular blog is called the Fernie Phenomenon. This alludes to the mysterious condition that we have noted that many locals appear to be ailed with. The name has arisen because I like alliteration. We were thinking Fernie Fever, Fernie Feeling but I like Fernie Phenomenon as it makes me think of the muppets... phenomenon doo doo doo doo doo...
Anyway, the Fernie Phenomenon refers to the strange condition where people that move to Fernie for a season, holiday or brief interlude, seem to settle down and stay in Fernie... FOREVER. Everyone that we talk to has said the same thing "Oh you know, I came here X years ago, just for a few months and now here I am years/decades/centuries later. Fernie does that". And everyone that we talk to gets this knowing look in their eye when we say we're only here for a few months. It's a look that says "Yeah sure, just a few months. You're here forever". I'm not sure if it's the abundance of powder in the Winter, or the nature and wildlife of the Summer, or the year-round activities, or the friendly locals, or the feeling you get like you just belong here.... Fernie takes you over and soon enough you're STUCK!
It's probably not a bad thing, the Fernie Phenomenon. Everyone here seems so happy! Maybe there's something in the crystal clean mountain air, maybe they put something in the water. All's I know, I don't think it would be a bad place to get caught up in.
Lots of Fernie love, T and Z.
This is the view from just near our house. The mountain in the background is where Fernie Alpine Resort is located.
Clearly Robyn and I weren't the only ones getting our carve on over Halloween.
This is a field we walked along, out in the rural area of Fernie. There was a cute little battered down cottage and ute.
The Trans-Canada rail line runs right along Fernie. Coal trains go through a couple of times a day including a really appreciated 5:15am wake-up route.
Zane next to the Elk River
A water feature at the Fernie Golf Course
Annex Park is just over the bridge from our house
After about a week of overcast, drizzly weather, the past couple of days have been blindingly sunny and beautiful. There's been something of a heatwave lingering, with average daytime temperatures of around 10-15 degrees. We haven't wanted to waste what could be the last great weather before the snow falls so we've been getting out and about and exploring the town.
Zane and I went on a two hour walk right around the historical part of Fernie, out through the rural area and then home alongside Elk River. You can see the photos from our trekking below. It was pretty overcast when we started and we had to trek through quite a bit of mud but once we got through the fields the trail went onto stone paths and then through the forest. It was beautiful and quiet, so green and lush, and despite the serenity of the moment, I couldn't stop my brain from thinking about bears. It didn't put my mind at ease that I couldn't remember whether it's the grizzly or the black bear that you make a lot of noise or play dead upon sight...
No need to worry though, no bears sighted. There have been two black bears meandering around town lately, according to the "bear corner" section of the Fernie Free Press (which isn't free, go figure). The section allows people to report bear sightings but, due to the impending cold, it is going into hibernation from next week har har.
This particular blog is called the Fernie Phenomenon. This alludes to the mysterious condition that we have noted that many locals appear to be ailed with. The name has arisen because I like alliteration. We were thinking Fernie Fever, Fernie Feeling but I like Fernie Phenomenon as it makes me think of the muppets... phenomenon doo doo doo doo doo...
Anyway, the Fernie Phenomenon refers to the strange condition where people that move to Fernie for a season, holiday or brief interlude, seem to settle down and stay in Fernie... FOREVER. Everyone that we talk to has said the same thing "Oh you know, I came here X years ago, just for a few months and now here I am years/decades/centuries later. Fernie does that". And everyone that we talk to gets this knowing look in their eye when we say we're only here for a few months. It's a look that says "Yeah sure, just a few months. You're here forever". I'm not sure if it's the abundance of powder in the Winter, or the nature and wildlife of the Summer, or the year-round activities, or the friendly locals, or the feeling you get like you just belong here.... Fernie takes you over and soon enough you're STUCK!
It's probably not a bad thing, the Fernie Phenomenon. Everyone here seems so happy! Maybe there's something in the crystal clean mountain air, maybe they put something in the water. All's I know, I don't think it would be a bad place to get caught up in.
Lots of Fernie love, T and Z.
This is the view from just near our house. The mountain in the background is where Fernie Alpine Resort is located.
Clearly Robyn and I weren't the only ones getting our carve on over Halloween.
This is a field we walked along, out in the rural area of Fernie. There was a cute little battered down cottage and ute.
The Trans-Canada rail line runs right along Fernie. Coal trains go through a couple of times a day including a really appreciated 5:15am wake-up route.
Zane next to the Elk River
A water feature at the Fernie Golf Course
Annex Park is just over the bridge from our house
Monday, November 1, 2010
HALLOWEEN
With devils horns on, pumpkin hats attached, Robyn and I were ready for the Halloween party down at the pub. Zane and Adam had decided it was “lame” to dress up so they were attired in their regular clothes. Robyn and I were pretty excited, I mean, we looked awesome. My pumpkin hat was set at a jaunty angle and Robyn looked sweet in her stripes and with her devils tail peeking out from the back of her dress. We were pretty proud of ourselves. Then when we got there we were totally bowled away by the costume talents of our fellow Fernie-ans. There were heaps of the undead, Fred Flinstone, someone in a shark costume, a headless lady who was holding her head in a basket and even a wacky-inflatable-arm-flailing- tube-man from Family Guy.
Wow, we were completely outclassed. But that didn’t stop us having a good time. Well Zane didn’t have a good time-he went home after around an hour as he felt sick. Adam was a bit sad; not only had he lost his wingman, but now he was pretty much the only one not in costume.
The evening progressed and, of course, it came to Jager-Bomb time! We all did the drop and shot and as I lifted the glass up to my lips, I saw Robyn and Adam doing the same. “Great”, I thought, “Robyn and Adam are probably going to down the whole drink and if I don’t too, I’ll be lame and weak”. So down the hatch it went in one quick guzzle. Pleased with my skulling ability I put the glass down on the table with a triumphant whack.... to find another two glasses already down with only a sip taken out of each. In my haste I hadn’t realised that the other two were being a little more leisurely with their beverages. Oh well.
After the Jager Bomb and a few more Captain Morgan’s with ginger ale and lime (my bev of choice) my memory of the evening gets a bit hazy. Luckily (for means of humiliation) Robyn managed to document some of my more elaborate (read epileptic) moves as I carved up the dance floor. There’s even a particularly mortifying photo of me, hmm how do I put this... being quite friendly with the behind of Mr Wacky-Inflatable-Arm-Flailing-Tube-Man. I normally wouldn’t have the gonads to put the said photo up but I figure at least it’s humorous, it gets a laugh out of me every time I see it. Poor Mr Wacky-Inflatable-Arm-Flailing-Tube-Man. So oblivious to my advances. Luckily there’s also a photo of Robyn in a similarly compromising position so at least we can both be shamed together.
Much shameful and promising to be sober forever love
T and Z
This was my favourite costume and the winner of the best costume prize, which was a season ski pass. Epic costume.
Robyn as Devil
Tenille as a Pumpkin
Tenille assaulting Mr Wacky-Inflatable-Arm-Flailing-Tube-Man
Robyn assaulting Mr Wacky-Inflatable-Arm-Flailing-Tube-Man
No hard feelings then eh?
With devils horns on, pumpkin hats attached, Robyn and I were ready for the Halloween party down at the pub. Zane and Adam had decided it was “lame” to dress up so they were attired in their regular clothes. Robyn and I were pretty excited, I mean, we looked awesome. My pumpkin hat was set at a jaunty angle and Robyn looked sweet in her stripes and with her devils tail peeking out from the back of her dress. We were pretty proud of ourselves. Then when we got there we were totally bowled away by the costume talents of our fellow Fernie-ans. There were heaps of the undead, Fred Flinstone, someone in a shark costume, a headless lady who was holding her head in a basket and even a wacky-inflatable-arm-flailing- tube-man from Family Guy.
Wow, we were completely outclassed. But that didn’t stop us having a good time. Well Zane didn’t have a good time-he went home after around an hour as he felt sick. Adam was a bit sad; not only had he lost his wingman, but now he was pretty much the only one not in costume.
The evening progressed and, of course, it came to Jager-Bomb time! We all did the drop and shot and as I lifted the glass up to my lips, I saw Robyn and Adam doing the same. “Great”, I thought, “Robyn and Adam are probably going to down the whole drink and if I don’t too, I’ll be lame and weak”. So down the hatch it went in one quick guzzle. Pleased with my skulling ability I put the glass down on the table with a triumphant whack.... to find another two glasses already down with only a sip taken out of each. In my haste I hadn’t realised that the other two were being a little more leisurely with their beverages. Oh well.
After the Jager Bomb and a few more Captain Morgan’s with ginger ale and lime (my bev of choice) my memory of the evening gets a bit hazy. Luckily (for means of humiliation) Robyn managed to document some of my more elaborate (read epileptic) moves as I carved up the dance floor. There’s even a particularly mortifying photo of me, hmm how do I put this... being quite friendly with the behind of Mr Wacky-Inflatable-Arm-Flailing-Tube-Man. I normally wouldn’t have the gonads to put the said photo up but I figure at least it’s humorous, it gets a laugh out of me every time I see it. Poor Mr Wacky-Inflatable-Arm-Flailing-Tube-Man. So oblivious to my advances. Luckily there’s also a photo of Robyn in a similarly compromising position so at least we can both be shamed together.
Much shameful and promising to be sober forever love
T and Z
This was my favourite costume and the winner of the best costume prize, which was a season ski pass. Epic costume.
Robyn as Devil
Tenille as a Pumpkin
Tenille assaulting Mr Wacky-Inflatable-Arm-Flailing-Tube-Man
Robyn assaulting Mr Wacky-Inflatable-Arm-Flailing-Tube-Man
No hard feelings then eh?
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