Killington Part 2: Saturday?
By the time I woke up on Saturday breakfast was fully underway. That, you would think, is a good thing...
Team "Big Guns" had quite the tasty menu planned. Potatoes and eggs and sausage OH MY! Except... the sausage didn't exactly make it to the house. And after about an hour of us sitting around drooling, the potatoes were still massive blobs in the microwave. But the eggs- the eggs were just fine. :)
Following breakfast, Shakes and Matt and I finally headed to the mountain to get our snow on. (See, I couldn't say board specifically, because Shakes is one of "THEM". But I still love him.) We took one look at the gondola line and thought "That little three person lift over there doesn't look so bad." HA! Let's just say, I wanted to cry, but I was afraid the tears would freeze my eyeballs.
The initial run, though a little chilly, was the kick off of a fabulous day on the slopes. We realized after lunch (and picking up Sarah the Hot Nurse at the lodge), the sun was on the OTHER side of the mountain. The conditions were beautiful, and fast, and not too icy. Very nice. Somewhere during that time we lost the Nurse, but picked up the Art. And I also found out that at the top of a mountain with no trees, the conditions can very closely mirror a sideways hail storm. I was worried that maybe I should have left a letter telling my mom I love her, but fortunately we made it through.
Back at the ranch, showers and hot tubbing ensued. Dinner was tasty burgers and bbq chicken (It's 9 am here, but I'm still drooling). A few games of survivor flip-cup kicked off the evening and soon we were on our way to The Pickle Barrel. The Pickle Barrel? YES! It is (apparently) the "house that rocks Killington". And I guess as that house, they feel no qualms about charging you $20 to get in the door and then another obscene amount for drinks (Red Bull and Vodka? $10!!!) HOWEVER! The band (Kristin and the Noise) was A-MAZ-ING. They played all covers and they played them phenomenally. I did not want, for one second, to do anything other than sing along at the top of my lungs and flail wildly. As you can tell by the pictures (the ones where all the girls are in black shirts), I didn't even want to stop to pose :) At one point, Kristen was taking pictures of the crowd... and apparently by doing that she obviously meant she wanted to hook up with whomever the camera pointed at. (Or at least, that's what a few people in our group thought...) I, of course, know that she was totally only into me, just teasing everyone else.
As with all good things, the night eventually ended and the lights came on. We then all filed into the coat check line which bore a striking resemblance to a cattle chute. Somehow Shakes dissappeared and reappeared with Heaven. (Heaven being Pizza) We then realized we had maybe one sober driver (thanks Lisa!) and one Suburban. No worries, 17 people can fit quite nicely. Back to the ranch and guitar hero was just what the doctor ordered to wind down to the night. (Did you see the picture of Monica sitting in Ned's lap?) :) All I'm saying is that I went to bed. Who knows what happened after that.
Team "Big Guns" had quite the tasty menu planned. Potatoes and eggs and sausage OH MY! Except... the sausage didn't exactly make it to the house. And after about an hour of us sitting around drooling, the potatoes were still massive blobs in the microwave. But the eggs- the eggs were just fine. :)
Following breakfast, Shakes and Matt and I finally headed to the mountain to get our snow on. (See, I couldn't say board specifically, because Shakes is one of "THEM". But I still love him.) We took one look at the gondola line and thought "That little three person lift over there doesn't look so bad." HA! Let's just say, I wanted to cry, but I was afraid the tears would freeze my eyeballs.
The initial run, though a little chilly, was the kick off of a fabulous day on the slopes. We realized after lunch (and picking up Sarah the Hot Nurse at the lodge), the sun was on the OTHER side of the mountain. The conditions were beautiful, and fast, and not too icy. Very nice. Somewhere during that time we lost the Nurse, but picked up the Art. And I also found out that at the top of a mountain with no trees, the conditions can very closely mirror a sideways hail storm. I was worried that maybe I should have left a letter telling my mom I love her, but fortunately we made it through.
Back at the ranch, showers and hot tubbing ensued. Dinner was tasty burgers and bbq chicken (It's 9 am here, but I'm still drooling). A few games of survivor flip-cup kicked off the evening and soon we were on our way to The Pickle Barrel. The Pickle Barrel? YES! It is (apparently) the "house that rocks Killington". And I guess as that house, they feel no qualms about charging you $20 to get in the door and then another obscene amount for drinks (Red Bull and Vodka? $10!!!) HOWEVER! The band (Kristin and the Noise) was A-MAZ-ING. They played all covers and they played them phenomenally. I did not want, for one second, to do anything other than sing along at the top of my lungs and flail wildly. As you can tell by the pictures (the ones where all the girls are in black shirts), I didn't even want to stop to pose :) At one point, Kristen was taking pictures of the crowd... and apparently by doing that she obviously meant she wanted to hook up with whomever the camera pointed at. (Or at least, that's what a few people in our group thought...) I, of course, know that she was totally only into me, just teasing everyone else.
As with all good things, the night eventually ended and the lights came on. We then all filed into the coat check line which bore a striking resemblance to a cattle chute. Somehow Shakes dissappeared and reappeared with Heaven. (Heaven being Pizza) We then realized we had maybe one sober driver (thanks Lisa!) and one Suburban. No worries, 17 people can fit quite nicely. Back to the ranch and guitar hero was just what the doctor ordered to wind down to the night. (Did you see the picture of Monica sitting in Ned's lap?) :) All I'm saying is that I went to bed. Who knows what happened after that.
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