But unfortunately, none of this is true.
I have not hit the slopes.
This is because there is about as much snow up on the mountain as I have things to fill my day with.
And I don't have any of my snowboarding gear as it's all still sitting on layby and can't be paid off until I start work. The only piece of snow gear I have acquired is my WestBeach jacket, which is as warm as it is smashingly attractive. Let's just say that if I get trapped in an avalanche, my jacket will save me. It's a beacon of colour. It's the Skittles of snowboarding jackets.

But this week, apart from sitting around watching reruns of How I Met Your Mother, praying for snow and pining for Appel Farm, my small achievement was playing my first gig at Bruno's Bar and Grill. My housemates, assorted neighbours and spattering of friends from around town all turned up to watch my first show and made for an appreciative audience. I play again next week and am hoping I can find a cheap used guitar before then so I can play more songs than just those I learnt in 10th grade music.
I hope my participation in Banff's cultural community might appease the snow gods and in return they will award me with snow.
I never thought I would be so impatient for a dump.
(Okay, that was cheap and nasty - my apologies).
Ciao for now. xo
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