Busy weekend
I was in rare form this weekend. That is, I didn't spend 72 hours on my couch watching Arrested Development DVDs and trying to think up interesting blog topics.
Friday night was a relatively run-of-the-mill bar night, with the notable exception of the presence of a couple of Corinne's college roommates. Saturday night I drove down to Ridgefield to have dinner with a couple college buddies. On Sunday, I went to my first live rock show in a very long while. The band was Live. (Note the capitalization.) They played at the Webster Theater in Hartford, which is a relatively small venue that looks like it was once a community theater or movie house. There isn't any seating in the hall, which wasn't as big a deal as I thought it would be. The show was very good. But I'm an easy sell.
Monday morning, bright and early, I set out for Ludlow, Vermont. My aunt and uncle and two cousins ski at Okemo and they'd invited me to stay with them for a couple days. Before this weekend, I'd been skiing for about 11 days (sprinkled over the past three years). Now I've got days 12 and 13 under my belt.
I've come to enjoy skiing, but I also find it slightly horrifying. The whole idea is kind of absurd: strapping waxy fiberglass planks to your feet and shooting yourself down a steep snowy hill. And the number of extra hazards along ski trails never ceases to astound me: jagged exposed rocks, broken tree stumps, metal snow-making pipes jutting out of the ground. One Okemo trail traversed two narrow concrete-walled tunnels. When I pictured skiing in my mind, I imagined big soft snow banks lining the sides of the trail waiting to cushion the fall of a novice skier. But when I gazed down from the top of my first bunny hill and there were no nets or padding or protection of any kind, I wondered what I had gotten myself into. It didn't take long to learn what should be the first principle of skiing: personal responsibility. The only person looking out for your safety on the ski slope is you.
Sorry. That was my best attempt at a post. I'll think of something good for tomorrow
There's not much on my to-do list. Aside from studying for the SAT.
Friday night was a relatively run-of-the-mill bar night, with the notable exception of the presence of a couple of Corinne's college roommates. Saturday night I drove down to Ridgefield to have dinner with a couple college buddies. On Sunday, I went to my first live rock show in a very long while. The band was Live. (Note the capitalization.) They played at the Webster Theater in Hartford, which is a relatively small venue that looks like it was once a community theater or movie house. There isn't any seating in the hall, which wasn't as big a deal as I thought it would be. The show was very good. But I'm an easy sell.
Monday morning, bright and early, I set out for Ludlow, Vermont. My aunt and uncle and two cousins ski at Okemo and they'd invited me to stay with them for a couple days. Before this weekend, I'd been skiing for about 11 days (sprinkled over the past three years). Now I've got days 12 and 13 under my belt.
I've come to enjoy skiing, but I also find it slightly horrifying. The whole idea is kind of absurd: strapping waxy fiberglass planks to your feet and shooting yourself down a steep snowy hill. And the number of extra hazards along ski trails never ceases to astound me: jagged exposed rocks, broken tree stumps, metal snow-making pipes jutting out of the ground. One Okemo trail traversed two narrow concrete-walled tunnels. When I pictured skiing in my mind, I imagined big soft snow banks lining the sides of the trail waiting to cushion the fall of a novice skier. But when I gazed down from the top of my first bunny hill and there were no nets or padding or protection of any kind, I wondered what I had gotten myself into. It didn't take long to learn what should be the first principle of skiing: personal responsibility. The only person looking out for your safety on the ski slope is you.
Sorry. That was my best attempt at a post. I'll think of something good for tomorrow
There's not much on my to-do list. Aside from studying for the SAT.
posted by temporarily unemployed at 11:07
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my name in lights!
~C
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