Although not a foul-weathered fowl, I can appreciate the fun and sport
of snow. Particularly when it involves a trip with a couple of cute chicks,
and the promise of more cute chicks at the slopes. So, off I went...
Mmm, hot chicks. And paperwork. What could
be hotter?
Equipment - Gotta have that, or you're
sliding down the hill on your arse. Chris hooked me up.
Next, boots and board. Minus the boots.
They had nothing in a boys web-footed size.
Paperwork's done, and I'm off to the slopes...
even with some klutz knocking me off the chair.
Woohoo...!!!
Bound to happen. A boo-boo. It seems that
planting one's beak into the snow is gonna hurt.
But some outrageously priced lunch made
it... worse. $2.75 for 16oz of Diet Pepsi, gah.
Fortunately, though, the babe count on the mountain
was high. (And they didn't see me fall.)