Because sometimes you start a very silly competition when you're a teenager. Such as blowing out candles with your nose. And sometimes everyone gets really into it.
And sometimes you revisit that silly competition again 13 years later.
Sunday, March 30, 2014
Spring, Sambuca, Skiing and Skee Ball
Let's be honest, I have a pretty well developed imagination. And I dabble in high expectations. Months ago I decided that Spring Break 2014 was going to be the best I'd ever had. So, you can imagine my relief to find out that I was correct. It was the best I've ever had.
Spring Break 2014 consisted of many spectacular elements. It revolved around an international ski holiday with Miss Joanna Claire Noble Lucas, her hubby Tom and my new muffin Scott. You may remember Tom and Jo from our Vegas vacay last summer - or from my ambitious 72 hour sojourn to Northern Ireland for their wedding. Either way, they're pretty memorable people - trust me.
And while we didn't get to perform our synchronized swimming routine, we did some other things:
-Attend John Kinghorn's birthday party and witness the darling family dynamic of shouting over each other. All at once. For hours
-Get served a meal by a t-rex
-Introduce British people to the prestigious sport of skee ball
-Grill some real American burgers
-Pick sides in a week long competition between 70 degree weather and heavy snow
-Spread the gospel of the deliciousness of Chipotle
-Ski some black runs, which were pretty much terrifying
-Mix hard alcohol and Scrabble for a wild time
-Close down the ski resort patio bar, then serenade each other with Robbie Williams for the entire drive home
-Experiment in snow shoeing through awesome snow. Also, through mud
-Experiment in techniques for removing mud from snow shoes
-Debate the values of the Naked and Afraid survival show
-Eat corn bread with every meal
-Try to steal dogs at the Bark Bar, the best dog park bar ever
-Ski on an empty mountain in gorgeous sunshine and pristine snow
There weren't any bad days - hell, there weren't even any so-so days. Looking back, I'm not distraught after having packed them off to the airport and waved goodbye. I think I'm starting to realize that we have our whole lives to make snow angels together.
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