Went snowboarding on Saturday. Thought I'd write out a detailed account of the day, for your reading pleasure. Enjoy!
Saturday, March 184:50am
Miss my alarm, which I don't realize until...5:09am
...at which point I jump out of bed in a panic because I am the one who made such a big deal about everyone being READY TO GO at 5:30am. Naturally, that means I am the last one ready. Sigh...6:00am
Stop in Azusa to leave my car at a house where I will theoretically be attending a friend's birthday party that evening, after we get off the mountain. As we all pile into M's truck, I notice that my brother's girlfriend, J, still has store tags on her pants and I tease her about it.6:10am-6:30am
My brothers regale everyone with a story about how I wore a tag on my jacket in Christmas pictures taken TWO YEARS AGO, and how they didn't understand why I didn't take the tag off when they TOLD me to, but no, I had to be STUBBORN and RUIN the Christmas pictures, which is pretty much the same as ruining Christmas, to hear them tell it. I realize that I will never, ever hear the end of this story. I make a mental note to take tags off of my clothing from now on.7:30am
We're heading up the mountain and notice a cell phone tower disguised as a tree. Which, of course, means that the disguise isn't really working out so well. My brother makes fun of it. We all laugh, because he's witty.7:45am
We stop to let my brother and his girlfriend pay a visit to the restroom, otherwise known as The Great Outdoors. I try to take a picture of J but she has hidden herself behind a bank on the opposite side of the road. Oh well.8:30am
We stop to rent equipment for T, KD, and J at a shop about 20 miles from Big Bear. There is one kid running the place and he's obviously hung over. He asks us what day it is. We tell him. I'm glad I have my own equipment.9:30am
We get to Summit and the parking lot is full; parking lot attendants are directing everyone to the lower lots from where we will have to take a shuttle. We find out that M is good at lying, when he rolls down his window and, without batting an eye, tells an attendant, "We're meeting a buddy up there"--meaning in the main lot close to the mountain, the lot they had blocked off to everyone else because it was full. As we drive up, the rest of us pray that we find a space, but then feel conflicted, because we are basically asking the Lord to reward us for telling lies. While we are considering that maybe we should instead pray for M's soul, we find a spot. We aren't sure what this means theologically, but we don't care anymore. We're happy.
Mountain time! Yeeha!1:30pm-2:30pm
We spend KD's life savings on three cheeseburgers and a couple of hot dogs. Oh, and a bag of chips.2:30pm-4:30pm
More riding. I also use my little digital camera to take some video clips which would rival The Blair Witch Project
in terms of motion sickness potential. Cool.5:09pm
We had all agreed during lunch that, should any separation occur within our group, which it did, we would all meet at the car at 4:30pm. T and I end up together and neither of us has a watch or cell phone with us. As we head off the mountain, I ask a guy what time it is, then feel bad because he has to go to all this effort to get at his cell phone; i.e., digging into a pocket, taking off his gloves, etc. He eventually tells us it is 5:09, which is EXACTLY the time when I got out of bed that morning! Weird. But more importantly, it means T and I are over half an hour late for meeting the others. T says he figures the rest of the gang will probably be waiting in the car with the heat on, nice and warm, so no big deal.5:12pm
The gang is waiting outside the car, where it is not warm at all. T had the keys the whole time. Oops.9:30pm
Traffic is bad, so we don't get back to Azusa until after 9pm. The others drop me off, but before going in to my friend's birthday party, I change clothes in the backseat of my car, proving yet again that I missed my calling as a Cirque de Soleil contortionist. Once inside the house, I start chatting it up with a couple of guys, and am feeling pretty good, until I go to the bathroom and look in the mirror. My hair looks... well, like it's been under a beanie all day, while the part of it that remained exposed to the elements got wet and then dried in very interesting sculptured shapes. And it looks like I got sunburned in just one spot, next to my left eye. I laugh at myself and leave the party about 10 minutes later, confident that I've made a very lasting impression.10:30pm-11:00pm
I drive home listening to some station's "Totally 80s!" Saturday night music show, because I can't find anything I like on the radio but desperately need something upbeat (and annoying, apparently) to keep me awake. I wonder, not for the first time, why 80s music is so enduring. Coincidentally, that's the exact same kind of music they were playing at the party I just left. Weird.