I don't mean to complain, but...
I am lying in my bed right now. No, I didn't break my leg skiing, but I am awfully sore! I drove into NYC on Friday afternoon to meet the Debs. The traffic was horrendous and it reminded me why I often opt to take the train to the city. It had been so long since I drove in. I met up with Deb P. at her apartment. Deb R. met us as well and we all got into my car and started our journey to Vermont. I was exited. This was my first trip to Vermont this season. The Debs had already been there a few times. It's such a long drive but the way in is fun. We chat about stuff and listen to Mariah Carey, Kelly Clarkson, etc... and sing along like we are all divas too. We stop at this diner which is our half way point. They actually gave us a menu last season so that we could order from the car. I had the tuna melt and it was fabulous! I don't know what it is about diner food exactly, but I get such comfort from it. Maybe because I grew up in Cherry Hill, NJ where the attractions were diners and malls. I guess it makes me think of being home.
We got back on the road. I popped in a comedy cd that a girl from the office loaned to me. It was Lewis Black, and I think he's hilarious. Of course the Debs are very critical. They think they're the funniest people on earth. They have that NYC bitter, angry, sarcastic, making fun of everyone humor. Not that there's anything wrong with that.... In fact, that's why I thought they would like this guy. But I figured out that they don't like anything new. Not unless they are introducing it.
I find that when you travel with other people it can and will be painful at times.
We finally reached at 11:30PM! We stopped at the Basin Ski Shoppe. I had to buy boots for my new skis and Deb had to demo a pair of skis. I had no idea this was going to be such a production. Apparently, my right foot is 6 degrees turned in and my left is 3 degrees. No one else ever noticed this. I stood on these special measuring devices. Then they made a mold of my feet because I would need a special insole for my boot to help compensate for this, up till now, unrealized deformity.
This is the reason why I was always going left. This guy was either a genius for making this discovery or a genius for roping me into paying an extra $119.00 per boot for this extra customized service. I mentioned this to my Chiropractor today and he kind of had a weird reaction and then he quickly said, "Oh, well we will fix that here" Yet another genius.
It was 1:30AM by the time we reached the house. We were all exhausted. It seemed that the Debs had already claimed their beds. I was left with a bed that felt more like sleeping on a gondola. I hardly got any sleep at all. I was tossing and turning. The bed was swaying the entire time. I woke feeling like I slept on rocks while swinging. I was not happy. I mean, they had to know. I'm sure they checked the beds out and decided that I was going to get the bad one. That really pissed me off. I complained a lot. They both sat on the bed and they were like, "It's not too bad. All of the beds are old."
I decided to let it go. I wasn't going to let this make me miserable. I was here to have fun. No one was going to change that! Well, maybe mother nature would do that. The temp on Saturday was 52 degrees. Not the best skiing weather. It was very slushy! Slushy can be dangerous. Deb R. did a face plant. Her skis got stuck in the slush and she kept going, right over them. She was ok, just a little shaken.
Saturday night was so much fun! We went for dinner at this restaurant/bar called "The Garlic". You walk in and they are literally roasting garlic in an open pot right by the door. We went to the bar to have a glass of wine and wait for our table. One of the bartenders looks and acts like Wil Farrel. Everytime he calls someone's name to tell them their table he screams it with enthusiasm. I can imagine Wil doing this. It was really hilarious. We bribed him not to do it to us. Apparently it worked because he called us over quietly!
After dinner, we went over to the Wabbly Barn. It's fun there. They always have a band and you can dance if you want to. The only thing that sucks there are the Wabbly Wafts! And by that I mean farts! It never fails. I always have a pack of matches ready. I must have gone through an entire pack. The Wabbly Barn has a steakhouse downstairs. That steak can't be good if it makes people smell like that!
Sunday we skied but it was very icy. Then we had some lunch and headed back. The drive home is always long and arduous. I can't wait to go back!
We got back on the road. I popped in a comedy cd that a girl from the office loaned to me. It was Lewis Black, and I think he's hilarious. Of course the Debs are very critical. They think they're the funniest people on earth. They have that NYC bitter, angry, sarcastic, making fun of everyone humor. Not that there's anything wrong with that.... In fact, that's why I thought they would like this guy. But I figured out that they don't like anything new. Not unless they are introducing it.
I find that when you travel with other people it can and will be painful at times.
We finally reached at 11:30PM! We stopped at the Basin Ski Shoppe. I had to buy boots for my new skis and Deb had to demo a pair of skis. I had no idea this was going to be such a production. Apparently, my right foot is 6 degrees turned in and my left is 3 degrees. No one else ever noticed this. I stood on these special measuring devices. Then they made a mold of my feet because I would need a special insole for my boot to help compensate for this, up till now, unrealized deformity.
This is the reason why I was always going left. This guy was either a genius for making this discovery or a genius for roping me into paying an extra $119.00 per boot for this extra customized service. I mentioned this to my Chiropractor today and he kind of had a weird reaction and then he quickly said, "Oh, well we will fix that here" Yet another genius.
It was 1:30AM by the time we reached the house. We were all exhausted. It seemed that the Debs had already claimed their beds. I was left with a bed that felt more like sleeping on a gondola. I hardly got any sleep at all. I was tossing and turning. The bed was swaying the entire time. I woke feeling like I slept on rocks while swinging. I was not happy. I mean, they had to know. I'm sure they checked the beds out and decided that I was going to get the bad one. That really pissed me off. I complained a lot. They both sat on the bed and they were like, "It's not too bad. All of the beds are old."
I decided to let it go. I wasn't going to let this make me miserable. I was here to have fun. No one was going to change that! Well, maybe mother nature would do that. The temp on Saturday was 52 degrees. Not the best skiing weather. It was very slushy! Slushy can be dangerous. Deb R. did a face plant. Her skis got stuck in the slush and she kept going, right over them. She was ok, just a little shaken.
Saturday night was so much fun! We went for dinner at this restaurant/bar called "The Garlic". You walk in and they are literally roasting garlic in an open pot right by the door. We went to the bar to have a glass of wine and wait for our table. One of the bartenders looks and acts like Wil Farrel. Everytime he calls someone's name to tell them their table he screams it with enthusiasm. I can imagine Wil doing this. It was really hilarious. We bribed him not to do it to us. Apparently it worked because he called us over quietly!
After dinner, we went over to the Wabbly Barn. It's fun there. They always have a band and you can dance if you want to. The only thing that sucks there are the Wabbly Wafts! And by that I mean farts! It never fails. I always have a pack of matches ready. I must have gone through an entire pack. The Wabbly Barn has a steakhouse downstairs. That steak can't be good if it makes people smell like that!
Sunday we skied but it was very icy. Then we had some lunch and headed back. The drive home is always long and arduous. I can't wait to go back!
posted by blair at 8:10 PM
2 Comments:
What an adventure! So you bought the boots they custom made for your feet right?
The Debs remind me of one of my best friends who is alos from NY and has a sarcastic sense of humor...she kills me.
Glad you had such a good time!
Hey my dear Not Blair!
Sounds like a typical skiing weekend in the Northeast. Bah.
Not a fan. Slush and ice make for crappy skiing. Give me 4 feet of fresh rocky mountain powder any day! :-) And a snowboard! Whoosh!
Thanks for the note. Glad you liked my butt. :-) Also glad you had fun. Hope yuo're all recovered from the slopes and the drive.
Cheers!
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