Dave's PhotoJournal for Friday, April 11th, 2008
Part 3 of 3

Later, I convinced a bunch of folks to come out to Maxx Fish (well, either that or Moe Joe's, I can't keep them straight) because I knew the DJ that was playing. (Puf the Magic DJ - me, Shannon and this other guy actually heard him spin last year on the Snowbus trip, at Tommy Afrika's, and we thought he was pretty good - so we asked his name, and I got his email address, and asked where he'd be spinning this weekend.)

Most of the folks didn't stay too long, but some of us did. Long night. Ugh.

Oh, shots of Jager, perfect.

It was still early, not too many folks were there yet.

Random video, taken with my crappy little camera.

Much much later, just about everyone had left, but then I randomly stumbled into Dave and Shannon. And then we met this girl, who was from Australia, and was working in Whistler for the season. Yeah, let's just have ONE round of Jager bombs. Yeah, of course, just one. * Jager bomb: Shot of Jager, dropped into a glass of Red Bull. Chug as appropriate.

Dave busted out his stupid parlour trick.

Canadians doing their secret handshake.

This guy told us that he was trying to go 12 days without sleeping. Or something. Whatever.

Eventually, the bars closed.

Believe it or not, this picture was posed. I'm just not sure what the pose I was going for was.

Shannon has a knack for meeting random guys. Which makes it interesting for the rest of us.

Those guys invited Shannon back to their room, and we followed. I drank one of their beers, then decided to switch to water. But I couldn't find a glass.

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