4/14/07-The end. (Probably)

"If I am going to be drowned, if I am going to be drowned, if I am going to be drowned, then why in the name of the seven mad gods who rule the sea was I allowed to come thus far and contemplate sand and trees. Was I brought here merely to have my nose dragged away as I was about to nibble the sacred cheese of life? If that old ninny woman Fate cannot do better than this, then she should be deprived of the management of men's fortunes."

I am feeling melodramatically melancholy about the end of ski season.
But it has indeed arrived. The above photo is the last documentation of our 2006-2007 campaign. It's had it's ups and downs but earns high marks overall.

Notes:
1- I managed to resist the urging of Josh to accompany him to 7th heaven. This is unusual. He can usually talk me into anything and I can't ever talk him into nothing (yes, I know that is grammatically incorrect!) So I unwittingly gave him some comeuppance. I was able to do this since I had my own agenda. Which leads me to...
2-I had the most spectacular crash of the season at 3pm of the last day of the season! Fuck. I was supposed to go out in a blaze of glory by fearlessly rocketing down a double black diamond chute onto the terrain park. Instead, I chickened out like a bitch and had an "America's funniest home videos" crash for everyone on the Brooks chair lift to see. And I twisted my knee. Damn.
3-I almost got into a fight for Josh and he didn't even care.
4-I (not Steve) got the last run of the day. But only by inadvertently tricking him.


Oh well, nothing grilled steaks and garlic mashers can't cure. This was supposed to be Shelly's birthday dinner but we ate too much junk the night before and had to postpone. There are no pic's of this feast cos it disappeared too fast. Then we played another game of Clue and I paid attention this time and made lots of notes and still didn't come anywhere close to winning (Josh did.) Jenga, coffee and cake, more "ALIAS". Discussion about "ALIAS". Discussion about Jennifer Garners weight.
Steamroll and accidental kick to the $14k nose and then Mom sent us to bed.

We'll be back!