So I went snowboarding this weekend, which was awesome. I went only twice last year, and if my rate keeps up, I’ll only go once this year. I think I need to work on reversing this trend. Anyway, I was supposed to hang out with my brother and some other friends at Whitetail but the snow was so bad, the state closed all roads when I was supposed to have left. As a result, I got a much later start than anticipated. Good thing my friend Joe came, otherwise, I would have been at the slopes by myself… my brother bailed on me because he missed the closures and was already done by the time I made it to the resort.
Anyway, after a quick trip to the bunny-slope, and realizing quickly I had not forgotten anything with regard to snowboarding, I started tackling the intermediate-level slopes. I had a great time, but Joe and I decided we wanted to go up the bigger slopes. I dunno how it happened, but we ended up on a double black-diamond slope (ie: hard) and that kicked my ass. It was also the last time down, so my legs were already really tired. On one hand, this was fun, on another… I was in pain, and crashed a decent amount.
And how did I end my evening? hanging out with some coworkers in a “gay hipster” bar. Not my crowd, but I had fun with my friends and their friends. Not the evening I expected, but I enjoyed myself (well, except for the fact that I could not hit on any of the girls there ;)
-Tom