DISCLAIMER: If you are easily offended by sarcasm, do not read this post. I swear it's not a complaint, it's only meant to be a humorous way to report on a hilarious day. I REALLY had tons of fun, despite the circumstances.
Reasoning for today's activities:
I was in Pennsylvania and needed a ride home/way to get home Christmas presents (namely my new 5 disc DVD player/home stereo system . . . ROCK)
I didn't want someone to have to drive 10+ hours just to come get me.
I love skiing.
Other people like skiing.
Why not have people come up here and go skiing and then take me home? It seemed like a brilliant plan.
Warning signs that this trip was cursed:
Pennsylvania, a normally cold part of the frozen wasteland otherwise known as the North was boasting unsually warm highs in the 50's. . . in January. We ignored this.
Weather forecast for Monday for EVERY ski resort within 5 hours of my parents house: rain. Once again, we ignored this warning sign as well.
Rhett who got bamboozled into coming since John and Josh didn't have a ride, has only been to a winter mountain once before to go snowboarding. . . and broke his collar bone. Have no fear, this time will be much better right?
Signs that your ski trip was successful:
Half of your group ends up needing to be driven to the hospital. Check.
One of the wounded group members has a gash down to the bone. Check.
The other wounded was strictly warned by his mother not to go skiing because the last time he tried some winter fun he broke his collar bone while snowboarding. Check.
Total number of runs down the mountain is less than number of people in group. Check.
What an amazing day :) and for real, no lie it was a blast. An adventure. AND I got to see John Flowers knee bone which I had never seen before. Who ever knew that skis were so blasted sharp. Warning to all: skis are sharp. Don't crash in a manner that allows them to cut you. You have been warned.