The Overnight Reprieve
I left at noon. I got there at 3:00. I drove through white-out conditions and asshole Spring Breaker's who obviously wanted to die by the way they were driving. The only break of sun was a two-mile traffic jam (due to construction) that took 40 minutes to get through. My windshield wipers were sucking, and even more so because of the wind blowing us off the road. Had I had my baby in the car, I would have turned around and gone home.
But ... this was a night to drink and be merry, dammit. So, after cursing a lot and listening to music to fuel the cursing, I pulled into the resort. Got lost (again) trying to get to the stupid building we were staying at. We are in the SAME EFFING BUILDING EVERY YEAR, and this is the 5th year I've gone. You'd think I'd have it figured out by now!! When you park in the garage, there aren't signs pointing to Bldg. 4. You have options to park close to Building 2 or 3 and I always think that it would make sense to park closer to 3. I'm wrong every time, and every time I swear I hate the place. And yet I go back. Why? We're not paying for the room, that's why. (Thank you Dept. of Surgery!)
We had a great dinner (martini, wine, Bailey's and coffee), then set out to find a swimsuit for me. I had managed to forget mine in the rush to get the hell out the door (you know, trying not to get STUCK on I-25 for 3 hours, yuk-yuk). Ended up in the outdoor hot tub looking up at the stars for a good half of an hour. It was HEAVEN. And the swimsuit I found wasn't half bad. (I still hate swimsuits, and I still hate being in them)
There wasn't much sleep had because it's a double bed, and my husband is 6'5" and 240. I kept getting elbows to the head most of the night, and the covers kept getting kicked off. About 4:00 a.m., some asshat upstairs decided to get up, stomp around in his ski gear. Needless to say, we were up at 6:00 and out the door by 6:30. Back down the mountain (icy before Eisenhower Tunnel and decent after that), home now, and ready to start another day. I will be napping, of course.
Here's a photo of me post-all-those-beverages I mentioned last night.
