Tale of A Passionate Embrace...

See this? This is evil Colorado snow.
Here are some of the thoughts that went through my head last night as I was falling asleep: "Stupid skiing. Stupid, slippery Colorado Snow. I hate my shins. Nasty, horrible snow boarders who spit on the public walkway and don't watch where they're going. I'm NOT blogging about it. So there stupid ski trip."

But as spiteful as not blogging about yesterday would be, the world, as my roommate Caitlin pointed out, would miss out on the hilariousness of my story.

So. Not to compare...(but I'm going to compare) in California the snow is stickier, and thus I could look like I was good at skiing, and also be able to stop. In contrast, Colorado snow is way more slippery. So my normal way of stopping in CA sent me swooping uphill or sideways in CO.

Enough of this blather. Here's the funny story Caitlin thinks the world needs to know.

I was doing a run with my ski buddy Tommy, cause we're about the same skill level. Well, he was a ways ahead of me and so I let myself speed up just a little so I could catch up. But, as is the way in CO, speeding up a little didn't happen and I sped up a lot. So in trying desperately to stop (WHICH WOULD HAVE WORKED IN CA) I turned up a different run that was merging with mine. As I was doing this, I was thinking about how bad of an idea this was, but I was also thinking it was a better idea than running into a tree. Unfortunately for me, there was a hard core snow boarder who was also merging into my run. And yes. We merged. Together. It sounded like this: Him, "OH SH**************T!!" and Me, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH." Then there was a passionate embrace and we rolled around on the ground with each other for a bit. SUPER AWKWARD. Then we mutually shoved each other off, with many "Oh my gosh I'm so sorries."

Tommy saw me turn and assumed I'd taken a different run and thus, left me. So I sat there for five minutes pondering my fate, then finished alone.

So the moral of this story is that it's a good thing I have a sense of humor. Cause some girls would have been horribly embarrassed by this and cried. I, however, thoroughly enjoyed the sheer awkwardness of that moment with Mr. Snowboarder. I spent the next five minutes laughing to myself. I'm still laughing. I hope you are too.