Snow and Parties…Always a Good Mix

The winter has really set in here with ice and snow and temperatures dropping to –22 degrees Celsius. I have been bundling up in at least four layers to brave the cold. With the cold comes many a party and not just any parties. No, no, no…dress up parties.

The Prom Party

By the way, the guy in this photo’s name is Logan. He is from Whistler, loves to fish and snowboard, is planning to go to Central America for a few months this winter, drives a red Toyota Four Runner, is 6 foot 6 and is very nice. I think I left my amazing purple Bolivian scarf in his truck. If anyone knows him can you please find out if he still has it and please contact me at this betharama@animail.net. Thanks!



The Gender Bender

A chaotic annual event at which women dress as men and men dress as women. There is live music and every body dances. I would love to give you a full on description of this chaotic event with photos and quotes and all of that stuff but I can’t. Words and images just do not do it justice. So will leave you with this one image of a Kim Mitchell look alike being hit on by a perky pink haired girl and seriously suggest that you put the Gender Bender on your agenda for 2007.


The Snow Boot Ball
We transformed the Alpenhorn (the restaurant I work at in Smithers BC) into a winter wonderland by hanging glittery snowflakes from everything possible and a spinning Polar Bear Shaped Disco Ball from the ceiling. Glittery sparkles of light danced around the room as the bands, Pedestrian X and Foxy Autopsy belted out original tunes and funky covers to a bunch of snowboot wearing dancing folks all stoked to start a new season at Ski and Ride Smithers. We also call this the Oller Festival to celebrate Oller the Nordic God of frost glitter and skiing which he invented.. He may also have invented yodeling. There is no concrete proof about this but I suspect it is true.


The Mexican Fiesta

Yesterday the Bulkley Valley Folk Music Society held a fundraising dance at the Glenwood Hall in Driftwood. My girls and I decided against dressing up in sombreros, ponchos or as Mexican peasant girls and suited ourselves up as a Mexican Gang raring to raise a little hell in Northern BC. We danced, shot Tequila, laughed and made it home virtually unharmed.