The sun came out and the park rats threw down. Comparable to the fat person line at McDonalds as countless doubles were served, and more meat was spun than on that website. Bobby Brown took home the Gold (imagine that), Tom Wallisch the silver and my former pupil Gus Kenworthy the bronze.

As the festival rolls on Unofficial Whistler will provide “not up to the minute content” (but close) on events. But remember we have to party too. So hang in there because the “sleep in May” motto is proving to be more difficult than any of us could have imagined.