End of Days- Easter

Steven's Pass is open exactly one more week.
Bleh. That probably means my boarding season is very nearly over.
(Someone please please please please go to Whistler with me!!!)
It's been a good one though. New board, new rockstar outfit, new mad skillz.
Nothing extraordinary like a resurrection yesterday but it was a fine day of Spring skiing.

I bribed Sue into leaving early with a breakfast sandwich so Steve and I could buy our passes and get his earphones installed (nothing was easy about those fucking earpads) and still get to our fresh spring corduroy.

Burgers and dogs and a nice voigner at lunch (for the fun people, the unfun person had a bagel and bean burrito.) The fun people leisurely enjoyed a pleasant afternoon on the deck making predictions about the dummy downhill race while the unfun person ducked out to set some "runs in a day" record.

I spent the rest of the afternoon catching serious air (at least three feet) in the park. At 3:30 it started to rain, though, and I retreated to the lodge with the rest of the reasonable people. Sue and I had cocktails while waiting for Spanky to close the lifts down. Goofball- dripping and smiling. "What's wrong with people?", I think for the billionth time. We leave. We make it home alive. My subpar week has ended on a high note. (Or is Sunday the beginning of a good week!?) Hmm. Either way, things are looking up.

Sue and I get KFC and watched "Marie Antionette". It's not a bad movie and not a good movie. I learned that Louis 16th was a terrible lover. That's it. I can't believe so many people went through so much trouble to make it. But the KFC ROCKED.