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Woo week
I guess most people have heard of secret santa, where
everyone gets a name and they buy that person a pressie for Christmas, well Jen
came up with a great idea of “Woo Week” for valentines day.
The idea is everyone has a person they have to “woo” for the
week, in secret and then on Valentines Day, you reveal who you are to your
wooee (spell check doesn’t like that word, but say it out load and you will get
what i mean!) So for the next week, everyone is running round resort, breaking
into flats, leaving love poems, cakes, presents for each other, all in covert
operations. It’s going to be a right giggle.
We went ice skating last Wednesday , that was fun, there
were some absolute beginners who had never been on ice before, then Rick who
plays ice hockey and a few people in between, we pretended to play hockey, but
i think the fact there were 3 pucks on the ice kind of changed the rules a bit,
there were some chairs, a bit like push chairs but with blades on, so we pushed
each other around on those, those and
then one of the guys hired a go cart and tried driving on ice, it was chaos! We
probably looked an overgrown playgroup
outing.
I was wooing Luke the resort manager, I got into his flat
and left him a message, I set up an email account and sent him loads of emails,
I set up a facebook account and asked to be his friend, and then on the day he
went to a meeting down the mountain I broke into his flat again and filled it
with balloons and stuck secret messages in his socks and coat pockets, in his work
folder and food cupboard, he is still finding them weeks later!
My wooer left me loads of messages all over the chalet, I
would open cupboards and they would be there, or i would go to get a pan out
and it would have a message in it. I think Jen was in on it helping because
they started appearing at the flat. Some of the poems i got were:
Roses are red
Violets are blue,
Oranges are orange I love you
Oh valentine mine
Lets get it on
Then you be, my petit couchon!
I’m not sure what a petit couchon is, but I hope its not
rude.
But the piece de resistance had to be the picture of a lady
wearing not much except a bra and knickers and my head superimposed on her and
the poem, Roses are red, violets are blue, this is how i think of you! That one
freaked ,me out a bit, it was like having a crazy stalker.
On Wednesday we went for a really nice meal, proper French
stuff, raclette, hot stones and fondue, but I may have misunderstood Jen when
she said we were revealing ourselves to our wooees..........
But at least i didn’t get arrested or escorted home in a
police car this time, so it all turned out good.
Take care all xxxxxx
