We’re a little late getting today’s installment of Jimmy Im’s adventures at Whistler’s annual ski-centric WinterPride. But, in all fairness, Im got up a little late, himself. So late, in fact, that he didn’t get a chance to show off his new skills on the slopes. Poor boy.
He did, however, make his way to the climbing wall (look at those bulging muscles!), get in a little shopping, did a little self-pampering and got flexed his super sissy powers at a super-hero themed underwear party.
Sounds swell, but reads even better…
Sadly, Sam and I slept through our alarm clock and missed day two of skiing. It wasn’t really intentional: Sam was still sick from trying to be King of the Slopes and my Xanax knocked me out pretty damn good. Furthermore, my ass was amazingly sore. Unless I got slipped a roofie last night and someone investigated my back door, I’m pointing
a finger at slope falls.
Feeling better (but coughing up some major phlegm), Sam joined me at The Core: a brand-new fitness facility and the
only one in the village. Because we didn’t exert ourselves by skiing, we opted for indoor rock climbing, which, I must admit, I made my bitch. After every time I high-fived the top with complete and effortless success, I was happy my hot trainer didn’t drop me with
envy. The only thing that did drop, however, was my jawâ€”some major hot studs were mounting the walls, making me imagine how they mount in bed. What can I say? I’ve got a dirty mind…
Later, I decided to check out the village shops. Mostly ski apparel and boutiques, one store basically summed up the shopping here (“Whack Clothing”) but thankfully we discovered LUSH, where Sam and I bought the Cosmetic Warrior mask to treat ourselves after a morning of sleeping in.
We joined other gays at the Apres Ski event, a gathering of food and drinks after a hard day of activities. New faces abound with a more loungy atmosphere – a perfect way to relax and munch away before returning to our suite for some hot baths. We were feeling pretty American Psycho, and so fantastically home-spa’ed out that we forgot gay comedian Shann Carr was having a live performance. Oh, well…
Feeling like a trillion Canadian loonies, we headed out to the Ginch Gonch underwear sponsored Superheroes party. Some visitors were brave enough to dress all fierce in their favorite superhero costumes, utilizing their super-gay powers to hypnotize regular homos for typical Wam! Bam! Zow! Even Herb, our ski buddy who “didn’t know it was gay ski week,” celebrated his birthday lightly with, like, a beer.
I ran into some familiar faces, but the gay festivity ended early as peeps headed home to reserve their super strengths for the slopes, including myself: I’m determined to beat Sam on that slope tomorrow.
(Are we the only ones who find this picture unsettling?)