Spent the whole weekend skiing powder at Vail and Beaver Creek. The snow was dumpcredible but it’s a lot of work pushing all that powder around. I had a few head over heals fall and at least two double ejecto’s. None of it hurt the snow was so soft. Seriously, it was a foot deep in spots at Vail. I tried a rail slide for the first time, it didn’t work (and resulted in on of the yardsales). At this point I might as well just say the words velvety nar-nar so I can officially sound like a ski bum. My legs are so stiff it fells like a little bit of the rigormortous has crept in.
We stayed at G’s old roommates in Edwards. And went to have Dinner with one of her law school friends. Her boyfriend is a chef and fixed us the most absurdly mouth-watering lamb I’ve ever had. It was way too classy for me.
I’ve finally got the brake lights on my car fixed. Two three years + after my accident. It cost me $60 in parts at the junk yard and 20 minutes in labor. The collision repair place quted me over $1000. Don’t tell my insurance company. My ski trip to Utah has been solidified. Flying standby should be interesting.
Bobby is at it again. The dudes popular cause he’s brilliant. He outwrites those stuck-up-new-york-bloggy-bitches (don’t act like you don’t know who I’m talking about) three times over. And does it with a smile.
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Too classy for Hubs? Im-fucking-possible.
we’re onto you, hubs.
OMG–HUBS, i can’t believe you said it. Its like a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders. mad props, Hubs, mad props.
we’re all thinking it issa. i’m not claiming to be a good writer, or a good blogger. i’ve never pretended o be. i only hope I’m a little entertaining. but i’ll drown myself in my own bile before i let someone call me conceited. spoobender said it way better than i did.
hey hubs, you wanna meet up for a beer or something sometime? my friends and i usually go to barry’s on broadway thursday nights.
there is an exception to every rule Sarah! and you’ll always be a west coast girl to me (at least when you’re not a nantucket girl).
Not all new york bloggers are bitchy
Or, am I still a San Franciscan by temperment?