Late, as Usual

This past Saturday was Valentine's Day.
There's nothing like spending Valentine's Day snowboarding.
About 4 years ago, Brandon and I went snowboarding and while on the chairlift this conversation took place.

B- "dude, it's Valentines Day"
J- "Yah, I didn't even realize"

-awkward pause-

B- "dude, we need girlfriends"

Wow, so much has changed.........
Anyway, this past weekend, I actually didn't get the opportunity to ride, cause my wrist is still bothering me, so I hung out with my leader Maggie and my friend Kurt in the village, checking out board shops, cool coffee places and just discussing life. We've also started a new ministry on the mountain where we hand out free coffee, tea and fresh chocolate chip cookies (I usually end up taking like 5 or 6 cookies) and just handing them out. We almost always end up having tons of conversations with people about why we're handing out cookies and what were here for. It's actually so great. I actually had a lot of fun, and I didn't even snowboard.
That morning (it's Valentine's day, by the way) the girls all dropped a stack full of cards they had made for us at our door. Which was pretty awesome and hilarious. They all wrote one word, and then passed them off until a card was made. Mine said something about being fantastically splendid, and having nice elbows.
Which is huge for me, cause we all know how self-conscious I am about my elbows.
Anyway, we, the guys, went through Valentine's day like it was any other day.
The girls thought the guys had dropped the ball, that we didn't care at all. They didn't say it, but they were all secretly disappointed.
Oh ye, of little faith.
We weren't allowed to do breakfast n bed, we weren't allowed to have a late brunch, so early breakfast it was. And that just can't be done the Saturday we go riding, it's just too rushed. So Sunday was the day of days. Only one day late.... technically. But this keeps with the spirit of the snowboarders school, were always late.

Let me clarify how Sunday works. We do NOTHING.
Everything in Switzerland is closed with the exception of a few places, we sleep in till the pm's and we usually try to stay in the sweats all day. It's a very very important day for laziness. We get up early everyday, so Sunday sleep-in, may as well be Law.
Now enters Valentine's Day.
8 am rolls around, and me and 2 guys come crashing in with drums and cymbals yelling at the top of my lungs that's it's time to get up. I can't even begin to tell you how ridiculously angry and bitter they were at me. Like I was legitamently afraid for round 2. Angry words were being thrown around. But then Nathan went in and explained, "no, we actually have stuff planned, get downstairs".
We'd all been assigned a girl to lavish with gifts and encouragements. And so we all made gift baskets of chocolate, flowers, home made cards, poems, and letters and other really lame stuff for each girl. All of them completely unique, so everyone got something different. So when they all came downstairs with set-up tables, tons of gifts and a legit North American breakfast waiting for them (OJ, not scrambled eggs, fruit, and bacon) they forgot that it was 8am, and thus saving me from a thorough verbal and physical lashing.
We had a little guitar performance, we made their sandwiches for lunch (we have to get up and make a sandwich for Sunday lunch so the lunch people have time off) we just totally made them feel special, cause they are. It went over really really well.
This is by far the most work I've ever done for anyone on Valentine's Day.
Not to toot my own horn, but it was pretty rad. I'm pretty impressed with myself and all the guys. We put a lot of work into it.
That could be a first.
Cheers.