Party
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. Jack hasn’t been a dull boy since he moved to Whistler. Jack still works hard, but he’s got his priorities straight. “Never let work get in the way of a good party,” is how Jack puts it.
Whistler has a reputation for being a bit of a party town. And here I thought we’d been so discreet. I mean, what’s there to celebrate here? Birthdays, anniversaries, days ending in “y”, new puppies, old dogs, catnaps, clean sox, no sox, daylight, full moons, yin-yang… you get the idea. Summer party season gets rolling on Victoria Day, when Canada celebrates all things lingerie. Just kidding; I think it has something to do with Queen Victoria’s secret. Things start really hopping around Canada Day, eh? Canada Day is Canada’s version of the Fourth of July, except we celebrate it on the 1st of July. Fireworks, weenies, sunburns, but no war of independence. The biggest parties of the summer happen in August, when Crankworx — Whistler’s all-bike-all-the-time celebration of whacky and life-threatening things you can do on two wheels — hits town. If you’re here, you’ll be a partying fool. If you’re not, you’re probably working too hard and in danger of becoming a dull boy… girl… whatever. If I were you, I’d have a talk with Jack. Maybe he’ll take you to a full moon party.
