Back from vacationing in Haute-Savoie with a plastered leg and wrist, my buddy Thierry first hesitated for a moment before he finally decided, upon my insistance, to tell me about his (mis)adventure in winterland.
At first a little conceited, he told me that this year his wife - cherchez la femme, as always! – said down with tradition and insisted that they go to Megève instead of Chamonix. Which, for starters, put him in a bad mood: Think that, for ages, all his friends have been going to Chamonix. Of course, we all go on winter holidays with our families, but we actually spend them with our buddies! Right?
Anyways, the first day went just fine. Great, even: beautiful weather, powder snow, skiing instructors taking good care of the kids, easy new realtionships made on and off-piste, et al. Too good to last. For that same night, and without warning, the weather suddenly changed and turned to climactic cataclysm: gusts of wind, flurries of snow, temperatures dramatically down, and more. A catastrophe. No more venturing out, let alone skiing.
One day of snowstorm is okay, but two … 48 hours by the fireside is hard to take for anyone and by any standards. Quickly, all subjects of discussion and parlour games with wife and kids were exhausted, and boredom was in store. But no change in the weather.
In desperation, it’s his wife – again – who took the initiative to organize a party, just to cock a snook at hard luck. Thierry tried to reason with her, saying that for starters no one would put a dog out on a day like this, and for two how would you invite people you hardly know in a city you don’t know at all. Were it Chamonix, I would say okay, but here! We don’t even know how to rech these guys!
Not to worry, we’ll have it here in the chalet, she said. The next morning, there was a lull. Which encouraged her to go ahead with her plan: Thierry would do the door-to-door invitations, while she would do some shopping at the supermarket across the street.
The lull, however, didn’t last, and Thierry got stuck in a new snowstorm like he’d never seen anything like before: cold wind of the sort that breaks your spine, blizzard like the one’s you’d see only in a disaster movie, and, of course, zero visibility.
Thus the accident. Thierry fell in a deep hole hidden by snow and broke a leg and a wrist.
So, what about the party? The irony is it did take place! In the chalet and in a fine weather. But without Thierry who spent the night and the next day at the hospital!
His wife, not in the least discouraged by all these mishaps, was able to find the telephone number of one of her new lady friends, who gave the number of her friend, who … So she spent all day calling and inviting everyone, without a clue on who would be ultimately coming or not, and with whom, …
It took her all day, but she did it. Until the last moment though she wouldn’t know for sure if it would work or not, but it worked.
And when Thierry asked her if she had not better take care of him and see him to the hospital she replied: I would have, if you had a better idea about how to organize all that!