I don't ski though I had decided I wanted to learn to snowboard. We arrived in time for the night session and I spent 4 hours throwing myself down a mountain. 4 very painful and cathartic hours--I smiled the whole time. All my problems, stresses, and psychological pain was many kilometers away. It was just me, the damn board, and a snowy hill. I made a lot of progress, my last run consisted of only one total biff and two controlled falls.

During the evening I managed to do a flying flip that would have looked acrobatic if I would have landed on my board, but rather I landed on my rib cage. The resultant injury made it very painful for me to reach down and get my right foot out of the binding for the trip up the lift (and subsequent tumble, fall, and scramble to get out of the way of the skiers laughing their asses off while riding the incoming lift).

I met bil in the lodge bar and eased my physical pain with shots of vodka and Tanqueray and Tonics. The rest of the night was a very happy blur. We bar hopped around the area and ended the night at Jozo's (the "club" in our hotel) with our new favourite band Popjoy! Pop Punk Covers! Very funny and fairly skilled. Even better when totally loaded. Bill R and I though the lead singer was amazingly HOTTT. bil thought she looked like a man. Majority Rule. She's hottt.