An $89 Beer

Yep. It's true. I'm sitting here drinking an $89 beer. Well to be honest it's probably a $389 beer. I'm. Not. Kidding.

So here's how it went down. We drove 3 hours through a lake effect snow storm. Stopped when we couldn't see the road any longer and found a Holiday Inn (read on and you'll see I'm not any smarter for staying there). Shelled out $129 for that. Then drove another hour and half this morning to join up with our good friends who had staked out a rental home at the base of Holiday Valley ski resort. (Yep. You're on to me aren't you? )

We caught up with them at lunch and then I suited up. Warm layers. Check. Boots that make my toes numb. Check. Young 16 year old girl who helped me put on my boots because I apparently looked like I needed help. Check. Helmet. Check. Here we go.

For the first time in 13 years I waddle my fat a@& out to meet my overly patient friends.

I completely CONQUER the lift. BAM! Sign me up for the Olympics. I owned that beast!

And then......

Then....

Well then I had to go down the HILL!!!! Shit. Oh gosh. What the H was I thinking? Ok. I can do this. Yep. I got this. Here we go. Oh yeah. I'm moving. I'm still standing lean. Snow plow. Lean. Yeah yeah. A little faster. Yep. OOF. AND I'm down. Up. Down. Up. Down. Sweating. Yep what was I thinking?

And them it hits me. The only way to make this stop....I have to get to he bottom. And so it goes. Up. Down. Up. Down. And I wish I could do it justice in my writing. Because it wasn't that quicker painless or pretty. It was more down. Panting. Sweating. Undoing boots. Praying to the gods of orthopedic grace and wondering why I wore so many dang layers!!!! Sheesh. It was NOT this hard the last time I did this I'm positive.

Oh wait. The last time? Thirteen years and at probably 30 lbs ago. Yeah. Sigh.

So here I am. One run down the mountain. And i found the bar and a beer. A really really expensive beer.

Did I mention I conquered the lift? Oh yeah.