HE SAID: Highlights of my Ski Season

April 8, 2010

1. Getting my pass for a mere $400 because I’m a grad student.  Almost makes the $15,000 future masters degree worth it.

2. Seeing girls ski in sports bras on my last day when it was 80 degrees.  Note that I put saving money ahead of staring at chests…any single female readers out there, take note.  This is a good thing, right?

3. One weekend I had about 9 friends up skiing.  Three seperate groups of people.  It was not easy coordinating everything but I managed to ski with everyone at least a little.  How was everyone able to find me…I was wearing a jacket similar to the blue one piece you see on the right.  I can only imagine most people thought I was from New Jersey.

4. Though I saw very few this year, one Starter jacket on the mountain is enough to last a lifetime…not to mention the jeans and rear-entry boots that completed the outfit.

5. With regards to #3…that same weekend 4 of us were locked out of my apartment for various reasons at 2 am.  I was the only one halfway sober enough to try and figure out what to do.  We spent two hours in the local best western lobby (special thanks to the night auditor).  I was so frustrated at one point when I farted I thought I sharted.  I went into the bathroom and checked, I was clean.   Too much info? Sorry.  This actually isn’t a highlight yet…but I’m sure I’ll look back on it and laugh soon enough.

6.  Thanks to BSP, I skied history…the famed Bruce Trail at Stowe.  I may have looked like a ritard doing it, but I haven’t felt that accomplished on a pair of skis since Lost was still a good television show.

7. The debate with RH about whether or not it was legit to save a “cool” song to blast on purpose while getting your gear on in the parking lot.  I voted no.  I think you are lame if you save some sweet Marley or Sublime song to listen to simply so other people know you listen to cool music.  It screams lame…if you get lucky and it comes about naturally.   Feel free.  Of course, this is coming from the guy who once blasted “She’s like the Wind” by Patrick Swayze while I put my boots on.

8.  Riding the lifts with friends and making fun of people skiing. Thus determining that if we couldn’t make fun of others, and ourselves, we would literally have nothing to talk about.

9. Chili in a breadbowl on multiple occasions…and the poops later on.  That’s my second reference to poo this post…think I have some business to take care of.

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SHE SAID: Highlights of my Ski Season

April 8, 2010

I’m writing this from Florida after spending endless days on the beach, in the never ending sun.  In short, my ski season couldn’t be further from my mind.  I’m having trouble remembering what day it is, and that it’s not August.

1. My son’s first run on the Mountain, or more accurately, up the Quad since he’s been slaying the Gondola since last winter.  Sharing my love of skiing with him has always been one of my favorite things, but sharing a ride up the Quad and bracing ourselves for the wind when the lift crests the top was far and away the highlight of my season.  Now if I could convince him that Toll Road wasn’t the best run …

snow igloo2. This isn’t a highlight of my season on skis, but in one 12 hour period we got 32 inches of snow.  I hear it was awesome up on the mountain.  All my potential sitters were skiing, so the little man and I spent the day building igloos, behemoth snowmen and jumping off of stuff into snowbanks.

3. Another highlight would have to be Valentine’s Day when some friends and I skinned up the Toll Road from the bottom, reaching Mansfield’s Octagon at 4:30 and skiing down the Bruce Trail only to finish the day with beers and pizza at the Matterhorn.  I feel like we hit up all the legendary Stowe spots in a matter of hours.

4. Getting the hell out of Stowe and apparently from Jeremy’s bowel movements that he feels the need to mention as often as possible.  Who are we kidding?!  We live in Vermont.  It’s cold, rarely snowy, or snowy enough to consider the conditions powder, and often times the conditions are colder than desirable and icy as all hell.  I mean, even if the conditions weren’t so typically Eastern, the mountain is small and the mountain company likes to stomp out potential excitement and challenging terrain by grooming the mountain to be accessible to all, no matter the trail rating.  You pay too much, wait too long in line, and have to offer up your first born in order to get a cup of weak Green Mountain Coffee (aka swill).  My last highlight would have to be getting the hell out of Stowe as frequently as possible and experiencing something other than ice, wind and cold.  I was thrilled to wake up to a weather report that didn’t include the phrase “wind chill” or an inflated or completely fabricated new snowfall.