When we lived on Hamo, Zane, Robyn, Adam and I would catch up for BBQs or dinners out (when we lived in luxury and were still able to save, ah the memories) and envision how things would be when we lived in Fernie. One thing that was always certain was that we would spend many an evening enjoying a nice beverage or two. As we all share a fondness for Margaritas and Zane and I were working in bars at the time, we honed our Margarita-making skills to ensure that, come Winter, we would be sipping legit, proper, awesome Margaritas.

The other day we were discussing how we imagined Fernie living and it came up that none of us has had a Margarita! We all had the afternoon off so we hot-footed it to the nearest grocery store and stocked up on all the necessities.

All the ingredients for awesomeness!


Like the improvised cocktail shaker? We are nothing if not resourceful!


Margarita time!




On the day before Australia day, Zane and I went over to our friends place for a BBQ, some beers and to listen to the Triple J hottest 100. It was a great night and we lasted until song number 36, piking as I had to work early the next morning. The celebrations continued the next day on the 26th, with Aussie tunes pumping out at Lost Boy's and lots of fellow Aussies coming up for beers. That night we were a little bit jaded but still managed to head to the Fernie pub for homemade meat pies, with funds raised going to help the flood relief in poor sodden Queensland.

Robyn gets into the Australia Day Spirit!


Josh sports a particularly fetching mullet. This is due to a drunken night and an over-enthusiastic hair clipper.


Snowboard shooter!


Snowboard shooter in action!



Zane and I decided to partake in the entertainment of the night, which was the snowboard shot. If you watch the video above (if it works... First time video-poster), you will see us in our moment of glory, shooting cinnamon whiskey. All was going well, except we didn't factor in the low-hanging light fixture and Zane's vertical height. The result is, for me, a whack in the mouth with a shotglass, sticky liqueur down my neck and a wet patch down my top. Classic.