Jul 12, 2006 18:47
Many moons have passed.
I feel the need to get this-and-that off my chest, but I won't here. I get the cast off my arm tomorrow, six weeks of one-handed typing, that'll learn me to ice skate.
I have a bitch of a cold and the only words of comfort the family offers are "stay out of the kitchen, have you washed your hands again?"
Went to Jindabyne for a week of not skiing recently, it was awesome. True I stayed off the planks in favour of hiking boots and safe bones, but the company was stellar and the wine free flowing. Our posse of eleven got through the week with a broken arm (not mine, a new one), a skinned chin, a sprained knee, a nasty cooking oil burn, and the standard collection of bruises. not bad.
Our ski patrol friends came back in the evenings with tales of collisions, concussions, and people falling head first off chair lifts (and some poor woman struck down by period pain so bad she got banana-boated down the hill, weird), while the group's token party animals returned after their Big Night at 3am loud, stoned and in their underpants. Who could ask more of a ski holiday?
Pirates of the Caribbean 2 is tooo loong.