Gays Gone Wild: Whistler

We’re not the biggest skiers in the world. Well, not on the slopes, at least. So, rather than heading out to Whistler’s world-famous WinterPride ski week, we thought we’d send Queerty correspondent Jimmy Im to investigate the drunken, debaucherous happenings.

He’s obviously getting into the spirit of things, wouldn’t you say? See what he has to say about the event’s first night, after the jump.

WinterPride in Whistler officially kicked off yesterday, but the gays didn’t rush over in their snow boots just yet. Gay-friendly Vancouver is the pit-stop before the 2-hour bus ride, which meant only one thing: Pre-Game!

While there’s been some frustration over the short life of the Fahrenheit (Vancouver’s first gay, clothing optional hotel), smart, savvy and tabloid-reading travelers knew to head over to new hot spot, Opus: Vancouver’s most glam-boutique graced regularly by Christina, Shakira and Gwen.

Of course, competition was no sweat off the back of dashing, openly gay general manager Daniel Craig (and soon to be famous general manager, as he just signed a 3-book deal; his first novel, a murder mystery that takes place in—you guessed it—a hotel, is due in late fall. After getting the skinny on gay ski week, I followed the gays to scandalous nightclub, Celebrities, where “Whistler” wasn’t the only thing on everyone’s lips. We later hustled over to Odyssey (known to locals as Audacity) where pictures are forbidden, but feeling up random butts is highly encouraged. Oh, those gays!

Perhaps it was the full-moon weekend that the Canadians proving they’ve got the party chops, but one rugged dude brought a little clarity by referring to gay ski week as “Whistler Party In My Pants”.

If this is any indication for what’s in store for me, I’m getting those nylon tracks that snap off at the seams.