On Saturday night, my mom called and asked if I wanted to hit the slopes the next day, and I said "yes!" It has been so long since I went snowboarding... the lift ticket tag that was still on my coat said 2008, but the last time I remember going was back in college, when my friend Steph was visiting:
So that's kind of a mystery... but anyway, it has been a long time since I went down a mountain. I always forget how much fun it is, which I think is really just the result of my selective memory protecting me from wanting to go since I really can't afford it. But anyway, it was pretty much a perfect ski day except for the wind, which was pretty out of hand by the end of the afternoon. I was exhausted when I got home, and flopped on the couch to eat coconut chocolate chip cookies (which I was randomly inspired to bake late Saturday night) and watch a documentary about the ballet (First Position).
I feel so lucky to have been able to learn to ski as a kid (when I was in high school we got to take half days off and go to the mountain every week during the winter--pretty amazing), and I'm happy to say that it is like riding a bicycle--I was able to pick up right where I left off. And thanks to mom for inviting me along! It was fun :)