As a kid, I hoped and prayed regularly that god would make me a boy. I felt he had made a terrible mistake.
Around my mid twenties, I realized how lucky I was that there was no god and he wouldn't do such a thing anyways. Guys can be..... boring. They tend to stray to solution oriented tech talk. Or toilet humor. They are also inclined to do crazy shit like push the grade on wet rock by headlamp. I believe this is one reason you rarely see one chick hanging out with guys. There are exceptions, of coarse. If you are going to spend all day skiing with two guys without drinking heavily or inducing a head injury, you could hardly do better than a hypersensitive OCD neurotic Swedish American and Bruce (who is all man but damn funny.)
I was indeed put in this very situation yesterday after Sue uncharacteristically bailed from skiing. Then I was uncharacteristically 10 minutes late even though the boys picked me up at MY trailer. Boo hiss. No matter, we were on the road at 7:10. Around Goldbar Steve has an epiphany. He has brought two of almost everything and zero ski pants. Sigh. I let him borrow my super cool Arcteryx. He gets to make the joke that he finally got into my pants. Har har. Fortunately I'm protected from cold by a thick layer of blubber I've been installing in my ass for several years now and the day proceeds as follows:
1-Steve and I inadvertently get a private snowboard lesson from a guy that could be our son. The obvious is pointed out. Steve has perfect technique but no guts, Dana has very little of said technique but is willing to board with the reckless abandon of someone who DOES NOT have 12 porcelain teeth she can't afford to replace.
2-We then meet up with Bruce for a beer and nachos.
3-We meticulously make sure the conditions are slightly sub optimal on every blue run on the mountain.
4-Bruce and I have cocktails and brats right in front of our poor chauffeur.
5-Back to the trailer by 10 and straight to bed.
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