Well, I am proud (not really) to say that, after 22 years of presence on this Earth, that I have now skied. It was eventful...I ran into a fence, had a few too many drinks (the bartender over-served me naturally), and had a ass-load of laughs with my roommates Nate, Jake and Ben. I don't remember the last time I had that much fun doing something (I guess being at Wrigley in July can trump the whole skiing thing). There is nothing sweeter than hanging from that lift with three of your best buddies, with no worries in the world and only the wilderness below your feet.
I woke up this morning with a knot on my forehead and my knees look like I caught Bob Gibson in game seven of the World Series. However, all things considered, it was a great experience and I finally got the hang of it after about four hours of sitting on my ass in the snow.
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