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| the view from the sea to sky highway |
Whistler to Vancouver is what Vegas is to LA. You go there to party. Well some go for the skiing, bun-gee jumping, gondola, zip-trekking but even those people go out and party until the wee hours of the morning, emerging from the nightclub in their drunken stupor to play in the snow that has just dusted the village.
Of course being a stag weekend, this was no exception. The master planners of the entire event made sure we had the entire experience.
On Saturday morning we went to the Scandinave Spa for some relaxation. Those who haven't been to a Scandinavian spa before (which I hadn't until yesterday) it's a series of heating and cooling the body to open and close your pores. It's extremely cleansing and relaxing, not to mention the setting is AMAZING. The spa is located just outside the village, the pools, sauna and steam room are all based outside and there are fire-pits with chairs surrounding them for a relaxation area. The whole area is surrounded by lush evergreens and when the mountain fog finally clears you have an uninterrupted view of the mountain. Usually I'm not a fan of the fluffy spa stuff, but after this treatment I was a bowl of jell-o. I haven't felt that relaxed and carefree in a few months. My favourite area of the spa had to be the eucalyptus steam room. You don't realize how congested you are until you enter a steam room. I felt so clear headed afterwards.
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| the spa |
After the spa we headed back to our townhouse and got beautified, played games and had some snack before we left for our next adventure. Our planners had arranged for a food and wine tour throughout the Whistler Village, with 4 stops at various restaurants, having a snack/meal/wine at each.
Whistler, much like Vancouver is one of the most diverse culinary destinations in Canada, so if you don't know your way around, a guide can be very helpful. We started at the Bearfoot Bistro where we were given a tour of their wine cellar, which holds 20,000 bottles, ranging from Italy to Canadian, from 1983 to 2007 and prices from affordable to as much as my car costs. The best part about this stop is that the bride learned how to open a champagne bottle with a sabre. Best party trick ever.
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| some of the wine |
Next off to Hy's Steakhouse to have a lovely ahi tuna appetizer and a glass of B.C. red. Heaven.
Quattro's was next for our dinner of salmon with the tomato pasta and of course more red wine. Next a little walk through the village brought us to a B.C. staple, Roger's Chocolates. There we were given an ice wine truffle to sample. I wanted at least 5 more. Lastly, a lovely piece of cheesecake and a martini at a small little lounge that I can't remember the name of.
Of course being that our bestest girlfriend was getting married, after our lovely wine tour, where we all acted very proper, the shit show had to begin. I won't get into specifics but here's a few highlights and things I've learned from our night in Whistler;
- You must have penis straws so everyone knows you are on a stagette
- If a gay man attends your stagette, it becomes a fagette
- It is not hard to convince a British tourist you are married to one of your girlfriends
- If the DJ won't play your request, he's a snob and its time to leave
- Guys who approach women on a stag should know nothing is happening, you're not coming back with us, move on.
- I am a dirty minds master
- If you see a man in an Ed Hardy t-shirt, you must yell "IT'S TEE SHIRT TIME!" at him
- You should be wearing red lipstick because it's awesome
- Free champagne tastes the best
and finally, if you're with friends it doesn't matter where you are, you're guaranteed to have a great time. But Whistler is a pretty good place.
