For purposes of making you want me

Someone who shall remain nameless IMed me today and asked, "what the hell do you do out there?", referring to Breckenridge. Since she asked so kindly, I have obliged. Keep in mind this was a short ski day, so there are a few more apres-ski activities. This isn't funny, either, merely informative.

George's Agenda
Monday, January 9th, 2006

The Skiing
7:45am- Wake up
7:46am- Realize it's snowed 8 inches of fluffy powder
8:13am- Borrow a set of ski poles from the Williams, as I managed to snap a carbon-fiber pole the previous day. Fourteen-foot falls from cliffs will do that *cough*
8:15am- We're the first jerks on the Snowflake Lift
8:30am- Spruce
8:42am- High Anxiety
9:05am- Rounders
9:30am- Bern's got cold feet, and mine hurt like hell. Vista Haus visit. Mmm.... coffee, hot chocolate, and a bottle of water I managed to spill all over myself. I believe we posed for a Starbucks ad... with really, really bad hair.
10:05am- Goodbye Girl
10:28am- Mach 1/7-Up, Me and Bernie respectively
10:55am- Mach 1
11:00am- Still snowing...
11:14am- Realize the Lift 6 line is ridonculous
11:15am- Lower Psychopath/Frosty's
11:25am- Mineshaft/Devil's Crotch, the two most oddly erotically-named slopes
11:50am- American/Goldking/Peerless. 6-8in of fresh powder, good grade, long run. Not bad for the last run of the season.

Apres-Ski
12:30pm- Game of "King of the Mountain" on the snow pile next to the house, in which Bernie is thoroughly dominated by my stellar snowball skills. Until he hits me in the face with one.
1:30pm- City Market, searching through bins of unpronouncable cheeses.
2:30pm- Hot tub. Beer. Still snowing. Did you know the hot tub has 29 jets? We counted/tested them all. Yup, they work.
3:45pm- Ross shows up and pelts us with snowballs while we're in the hot tub.
3:50pm- Brad's car apparently burns to ashes on the side of the road in Indiana. This has nothing to do with my schedule, but I thought it worthy of inclusion.
4:20pm- Coffee shop w/ Bernie, Ross, and Kates. Breck Coffee (Frangelico, Bailey's, etc. and some coffee), scrabble, and backgammon. I bow to Bern's skills at the dice, though I believe our record now officially stands at 2-2. Damn him and his double-6s.
6:00pm- Crepe from 'Crepes a la cart', which is actually a cart. How punny. Good crepe. Very good crepe. Still snowing.
7:00pm- Fondue. Good fondue. Very... you get the picture.
Current- Realize that I forgot to return the ski poles to the Williams.

After that, it was all about hanging pictures and watching inspiring shorts on ESPN about quadreplegic hockey players. I won't get the chance to ski the fresh powder tomorrow, unfortunately, as I am lazy and have not packed at all. I fly back to Vegas tomorrow, so you can all revel in my misery at leaving the good times and skiing that define the Breck experience.

I'm yawning like a Williams kid in drum class, so I'm out.

G