Meltdown ‘07
Our first St. Patrick’s Day had come and gone without a hitch (shut it!) and we were all looking for a little R&R. We packed up the Studebaker and drove to SugarLoaf! Oh, the hilarity that ensued.
It was suppose to be a day that started out with skiing. Geary’s Josh hooked us up with lift tickets but Joe T and Bob were fighting, so neither one came. Angela had an old football injury that excluded her from joining in. John and Joe R sited matter-o-factly, “we don’t ski.”
So Michelle and I, neither having ever skied before, hit the slopes…only turns out Michelle is a big, fat liar, and skied many-a-time as a child. None the less, under the patient tutelage of Josh and Sully, we managed down the mountain with a minimal number of yard sales.
When snow turned to rain we turned into problem drinkers! Poor Sully, who had a reputation to uphold (HA!), was mortified on more than one occasion…five occasions come to mind instantly…me calling one poor, slightly-overweight woman a very impolite name, Michelle scaling the roof, the sharpie, the sea urchin in space, ‘watch our lightening, bitches!’…oh, and there was something that happened at the first pub we were at, but it was so horrific I’ve blocked it (yet I seem to remember Ang, Michelle and I all getting yelled at by Sully).
From the pub crawl, we zig-zagged back to the condo. I got into the hot tub and didn’t come out for approximately 5 hours. Ang and Michelle went sledding. Sully, Joe and John kept to themselves doing god-only-knows-what (as previously stated, I was in the hot tub and missed a large chunk of the night) but, my goodness, there were an awful lot of empty bottles scattered about the next morning.
We all waited for Michelle to fall asleep before I started talking very quickly. We were all quiet so as not to wake Michelle because, for some inexplicable reason, no one wanted her to talk quickly. One by one we all passed out….and NO, JOE!!! You and I did NOT HOOK UP!!!!