Evan, and his brother colin, are on a great getaway ski trip in whistler. I really hope that they are not egging each other on to catch "mad air" or "fat jumps". Ideally, they wouldn't be skiing at all. They would instead both be cooling their heels at the lodge, sipping hot chocolate, and discussing how wonderful I am all while ignoring the advances of flirty ski bunnies. Wait, scratch that. Maybe they should stick to the slopes. Those bunnies can be dangerous.
