For a seasonnaire a day off is a blessing, there is nothing better than a lay in and a whole day skiing. However, my room mate and I haven’t quite mastered this technique or built up any tolerance for the night before that a whole day’s skiing is in any way feasible. The night before a day off is usually a heavy one followed by one or more of the housemates getting up at silly o’clock to “get the first lifts”, for everyone else in the flat this is torture.
Having had any potential lie in ruined and any potential boy in your bed woken up (coyote ugly anyone?) the day then gets off to a slow start. The reason for this blog entry is not to tell you my daily comings and goings of a day off but rather to tell you about this past Wednesday and the shame (/pride) that I felt.
I should tell you that as its our day off we don’t get fed in the normal manner and so all food has to be bought at bars/restaurants during the day. Add this to a horrible hangover and a medical need for saturated fats and you can see that the day has the potential to get quite expensive. I keep referring to my roommate as simply “roommate” and so for simplicity of understanding lets call her “Amy” from now on. So Amy and I came off the slope and after a few beers it was time for food but after a quick inspection of our wallets we didn’t even have enough for crisps so we followed our fellow seasonaire workers to a pub where we knew they had gone an hour ago in the hope for some free chips.
However when we got there all the meals had been finished and out friends looked satisfied and smug! And yet there was still food hope because behind our greedy friends had just left a big group of 12 and they had also left lots of plates of food….you can see where this is going? On one table was a plate of burger and chips completely untouched and begging to be eaten. Amy and I looked surreptitiously at each other with hinting and hungry eyes and with a silent agreement we sat down, cut up the burger and devoured some strangers’ left overs!
Half way through our (free) meal one guy at our friends table turned around and spied us and called out to us, imagine if you can two potentially pretty girls stuffed to the gills with burger and ketchup turning to the call with full mouths and guilty faces. I have never felt such immediate shame as the rest of our friends realised what was going on and turned to look at us with faces full of a mixture of pity, embarrassment and, of course, awkwardness. We both flushed bright red and were overcome by massive giggles which as you can imagine isn’t the most attractive thing when consuming a mouth full of cheese-burger!
If I wasn’t on a season, firstly I would never have done this and secondly if I had I wouldn’t have stopped once the cat-calls of “chav” and “pikey” started. After a few embarrassed looks to the group we continued eating and completely cleared the plate! Up till now this story may have sounded pretty shameful but after we finished the burger we managed to reach even newer lows; we started looking around at the half eaten plates on the table and asking “would it be too far to finish that pint?”
Have you ever had moment in life where you almost seem to come out of your body and see yourself from a different perspective? Well, we both had one of these moments and what we saw was both shocking and disgusting, two fine young “chalet ladies” sitting in a pit of their own filth and cackling like pantomime witches.
Not Hot.
This brought us out of our reverie and sharply back to real life with a crash. We quickly exited the pub and ran away!
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