And the skies parted.... again!

"I must be in the front row!"
So were on the way up to Steven's on Monday for Steve's B-day and things aren't looking good. It's intermittently raining. It's 40 degrees. The cashier at the Chevron points this out when I go in to get a lift ticket. She looks dubious when I insist on purchasing it anyway. We are the SECOND car in the parking lot. The attendant at the Steven's ticket window pokes her head out to remind us that we can get our money back within the hour if we can't take the conditions.
And then... it stops raining and we proceed to have the 2nd best day of skiiing this year. Soft snow, sunny, and warm. Shelly got another private lesson. We yelled at her from the chairlift (classy, I know.) And Steve, Sue, and I shredded, raced, threw each other in the snow and generally behaved like a bunch of spoiled rich kids whose parents rented out the ski resort for them. Josh would have been appalled. Good thing he had to work.

We forced Steve to come in for lunch. Visibly pained, he relented. Pizza, salad, wine, beer, and cake. 40 minutes and he was back out there.


Headed home. I drove. Sue snored. Shelly and Steve talked politics. Then we picked up Josh and went to Las Margaritas where we all splurged and got ...... DIET COKES!