E molte grazie a Signora Sambuca

And now begins the four-month stretch of blog posts where I strain to include some law-related rumination or irrelevant factoid. Thankfully, events of the last two days have made this an easy one. In a miracle of coordination, a total of twenty second year law students made the scenic trek up to Whistler for the first annual "Banefest." (Baners, of course this name is open to reconsideration, but you must agree it has a sort of lackadaisical charm).

Over just 24 hours, the visit allowed us time in the Village, plenty of lounging time around the pool, and some even made time for snowboarding and hiking. Almost everyone from the group made it, including the newest addition to the family, "Baby Bane." (Alright, maybe I shouldn't be the one naming things.)

The small town of Whistler draws comparisons to Banff, but it proved a thousand times more entertaining than that locale (really, it's got one good street). For myself, the place actually reminded me more of Cordoba, Spain, which marked the last time I could be in sweltering 27 degree weather but still look up and see snow-capped mountains.



Naturally, the festivities devolved into nighttime debauchery, including a gentlemen's game of cards. Unfortunately, those gentlemen were nowhere to be found, so us drunken lot played on amidst many shouts of "misdeal" and "shooters!" The winner was tough to call, but the ultimate title went to a hearty German known as Herr Jagermeister.

Hopefully the Banefest tradition continues to next year. Vegas anyone?