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Double Your Pleasure
Shots with stangers in a crowded bar, or herbal tea with old friends in the backcountry? Ah yes, the old New Year’s conundrum. Have it both ways at Chris Davenport’s New Year’s Retro Bonanza (silvertonmountain.com). For $400, you get two days of the goods at Silverton Mountain, instruction from Davenport, two nights lodging, and a New Year’s Eve dinner party. Afterwards head to the Miner’s Tavern, where the town’s eclectic inhabitants will be glad to share a shot, if you’re buying.
Frisky and Fruity
Like Spanish Fly and oysters, Amarula, a new fruity liqueur popular in ski towns, is rumored to have aphrodisiac qualities. Whistlerites are reportedly using it to get their swerve on, and a liquor store in Fernie, B.C., moves the stuff as fast as Baileys. “Americans especially love Amarula,” says a storeowner in Fernie. “Maybe it’s because it’s from South Africa.” Or maybe Americans are simply nymphos. Either way, a quick informal survey was unable to uncover any stateside ski area bars that had the stuff. As if we needed another reason to go to Canada.
Love in the Alps
Once a year, the staff of the London-based Natives website (natives.co.uk.), a popular online destination for Alps-bound ski bums and seasonal workers, hits the road. Its mission? “Showing love to seasonal workers,” says the site’s founder Iain Martin. Dubbed (appropriately enough) the “Show Love Tour,” the 30-event, four-country, trans-Alp road show features popular DJs, free drinks, swag, and skimpy costumes. “They’re always lively affairs,” says Martin, “and people are often wearing very little.”
Role Modeling 101
In a strange attempt to appeal to a younger audience, Keystone announced that it has created its own superhero: Long Underwear Man (see photo). Then he showed up at our offices this fall wearing ratty white thermals, thrift-store Aviators, and a poor excuse for a red cape. Visibly soused, ol’ Dirty Britches Man regaled us with his stories of being conceived in a Keystone gondola and waking up hungover in a Detroit dumpster. We nodded, cautiously.
Sure, the European heat wave last summer torched glaciers and tarnished Jacques Chirac’s rep, but how ’bout the poor Germans? According to several reports, heat-stricken Bavarians were tapping kegs faster than manufacturers could keep up, deliveries were being delayed, and citizens started getting edgy. Deeply concerned for our European friends, we decided to check in on the upcoming winter’s supply. “We’ve had a very hot summer, but we’re replenishing our stocks in the skiing areas,” Jörg Schillinger, a spokesman for Beck’s, assured us. “There will be plenty of Beck’s for everybody.” Whew.