Hypothermic Nacht

The date: January 24th 2004
The Location: Whistler, BC
The victim: Mix
The perpetrator: Mix
The Verdict: She was her own victim

Two days after my 19th birthday (which I was lucky enough to celebrate here in Whistler), I went out with ‘The Cougar in Training’ and some of her mates to MoeJoe’s, my least favorite bar in the hole.
It was only my second time going out to a bar legally and let me tell you, they welcomed me onto the scene with open arms as they knew I was a paying customer. A willing consumer. In other words, I got trashed. Although I was at the time rather new at the game, I have now almost perfected the art of going out with $5, and leaving with $2.50 retarded and the $2.50 that is spent, being spent on coat check. I assume this is what occurred on my fateful night although I don’t really remember too much of the goings on at the bar.
We stayed at Moejoe’s until closing while I ogled Whistler’s ‘Resident Manwhore’ (the HOT HOT HOT bartender and manager) and then were the last ones to get kicked out. I stumbled home with some of Cougar’s mates along the Valley trail branching off at the appropriate place and taking my time dragging myself up Panorama Ridge.
Now, this was in January remember, in Whistler which was, up until about four weeks ago, still a winter wonderland and I was not adequately attired. By the time I arrived at my front door, it was about 3am and probably about –20o and I was too drunk to realize just how cold it actually was, as I reached into my jacket pocket to retrieve my key…which wasn’t there....
Tune in tomorrow for the next chapter of 'Hypothermic Nacht: She was her own victim'