A Rainy Ski Trip February 21, 2008

I survived skiing this past weekend.  I did not find the “lodge” with the fireplace, and I left my knitting/book in the car about a mile away, anyway. So I skiied. I did not run anyone over. I was only almost-run-over twice.  But it started raining (fairly steadily) on Sunday around 2:30. Which was okay because I was pretty much done by then. And if “pretty much done” wasn’t good enough, the cold rain, leaving me wet and frozen in the snow, sealed the deal. A lot of crazies, Numero Uno among them, continued to ski in the rain. And when we left around 4 or 4:30, there were actually people coming down from the parking lot to start skiing. In the rain! Suckers!!

The most fun parts about this weekend were hanging out with Numero Uno, eating at an Eat’n'Park (a restaurant chain new to me — we both ordered fish’n'chips. And holy crap that Eat’n'Park had some tasty water. Numero Uno and I both commented on it. I do not know what they do to their tap, but yum.), and eating chocolate cake in bed at the Days Inn (we transported the cake from Valentine’s day). Numero Uno accidentily got chocolate icing (in no small quantity) on the pillows. He’s not allowed to eat in bed at home. We wondered what the maids would think. With only a few channels on the tv, we fell asleep watching a lady get lectured on why she shouldn’t own a goat as a house pet. The camera man filmed a close up of the goat’s butt while it pooed all over the rugs. Hilarity.