This is the greatest vid I have ever seen. As a skier/snowboarder, I can totally relate to this guy and all the random thoughts that pop in your head as you sit on the lift. Especially if it's a weekday and not many people are on the mountain so you get the lift all to yourself and you're just sitting there amongst nature's awesomeness thinking "what happens if I fall? How bad would that hurt? Would I break my legs or could I land it just right so I could board down without any problems? Man, it's really cold."
This video makes me miss Flagstaff so much. I moved to DC right when they were getting hit with these awesome snow storms so I've missed a whole season of great boarding and random thoughts. Sigh... Anywho, the video was made by a Telluride regular. This is his website: http://www.favermanfilms.com/
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Friday, April 4, 2008
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Getting There part 2 of 2
Friday
I made it to New Haven. Sam looked fantastic! She has recovered remarkably from her accident – I couldn’t even tell. It was a joy to see her parents again. They are such amazing people and always make me feel apart of the family. We just took it easy on Friday and tried to figure out our game plan for the opera that night.
The weatherman predicted snow, and we certainly got snow. I would say maybe 6-8 inches, which totally put a little hitch in our plans for the day. I was so stressed about everything working out smoothly for the opera. With me, if anything can go wrong, everything WILL go wrong. It’s just a matter of time. The weather really put a crimp in my style, literally and figuratively. I just spent a fair amount of money on some cute black satin pumps that were going to compliment my outfit perfectly, but I am not going to traipse around the snow in two-inch heels. So I reluctantly wore my black cowboy boots. I cringe at this notion. It totally threw off my whole outfit. I guess the consolation was that my feet were warm, dry, and comfortable.
Sam and I decided to take the train from New Haven to New York after we realized that the train wouldn’t pick us up in Clinton. So her mom, Daryl, took us to New Haven where we barely made our train by like three minutes. We quickly grabbed a bite to eat before hailing a cab outside of Penn Station. At this point, we only have about 30 minutes to get to the Lincoln Center. I’ve never been, so I had no idea how long it was going to take for us to get there or how long we’d be standing in line once we arrived. And you must be there on time; otherwise you have to wait for a break in the music (normally between acts) before you’re let in. And I was NOT going to miss one second of Otello! I had waited so long and come so far to miss one single moment.
Sam and I made it with a few minutes to spare. In our haste, we entered the first doors we came to, which actually lead to the New York City Ballet. I suppose all the posters with ballerinas should have been the tip off. The famous fountain was blocked off, so I was disoriented, but we eventually made it to the Met.
With all of the worrying about the weather and making it on time, I missed the opportunity to really breathe in the experience. Fortunately, once we found our seats, I took a few deep breaths and began inhaling the enormity of the situation. It was actually a little overwhelming at first – in a good way. The Met is just so massive and the colors are so rich, plush red velvet with gold accents. And my Lord, the crystal chandeliers…amazing! Our seats were in the Orchestra section directly under the lip of the balcony. I unfortunately didn’t go to a center aisle to look at the whole theater, which would have probably blown me away.
But there we were. A twenty-something girl from Bullhead City and her best friend trying to take it all in….
I made it to New Haven. Sam looked fantastic! She has recovered remarkably from her accident – I couldn’t even tell. It was a joy to see her parents again. They are such amazing people and always make me feel apart of the family. We just took it easy on Friday and tried to figure out our game plan for the opera that night.
The weatherman predicted snow, and we certainly got snow. I would say maybe 6-8 inches, which totally put a little hitch in our plans for the day. I was so stressed about everything working out smoothly for the opera. With me, if anything can go wrong, everything WILL go wrong. It’s just a matter of time. The weather really put a crimp in my style, literally and figuratively. I just spent a fair amount of money on some cute black satin pumps that were going to compliment my outfit perfectly, but I am not going to traipse around the snow in two-inch heels. So I reluctantly wore my black cowboy boots. I cringe at this notion. It totally threw off my whole outfit. I guess the consolation was that my feet were warm, dry, and comfortable.
Sam and I decided to take the train from New Haven to New York after we realized that the train wouldn’t pick us up in Clinton. So her mom, Daryl, took us to New Haven where we barely made our train by like three minutes. We quickly grabbed a bite to eat before hailing a cab outside of Penn Station. At this point, we only have about 30 minutes to get to the Lincoln Center. I’ve never been, so I had no idea how long it was going to take for us to get there or how long we’d be standing in line once we arrived. And you must be there on time; otherwise you have to wait for a break in the music (normally between acts) before you’re let in. And I was NOT going to miss one second of Otello! I had waited so long and come so far to miss one single moment.
Sam and I made it with a few minutes to spare. In our haste, we entered the first doors we came to, which actually lead to the New York City Ballet. I suppose all the posters with ballerinas should have been the tip off. The famous fountain was blocked off, so I was disoriented, but we eventually made it to the Met.
With all of the worrying about the weather and making it on time, I missed the opportunity to really breathe in the experience. Fortunately, once we found our seats, I took a few deep breaths and began inhaling the enormity of the situation. It was actually a little overwhelming at first – in a good way. The Met is just so massive and the colors are so rich, plush red velvet with gold accents. And my Lord, the crystal chandeliers…amazing! Our seats were in the Orchestra section directly under the lip of the balcony. I unfortunately didn’t go to a center aisle to look at the whole theater, which would have probably blown me away.
But there we were. A twenty-something girl from Bullhead City and her best friend trying to take it all in….
Monday, February 4, 2008
"Someone left that (rice) cake out in the rain"
Some poor, unfortunate fool left their rice cakes outside in the rain on Friday. I walked by several times and they were still there. I found it amusing…and it made me think of that song.
I met up w/ some friends to grab a few drinks Friday night to kick off my first full weekend in the district. After two beers, we headed to DuPont Circle and went to a gay bar. I’ve got to say, it’s not what I expected. I totally pictured men in spandex go-go outfits and a huge disco ball and some Gloria Gaynor anthem playing in the background. It was just like any other bar, except the other girl in our group and I were two of probably four girls in the bar. And all the guys seemed to be wearing tight shirts. It’s fun to look when you know they won’t touch. J
After a drink, we left our buddy at the gay bar and headed to a bar by the Eastern Market. I met some Irish dude who didn’t like my name because he’s a huge Manchester United fan. The Europeans and their soccer…but I love it! I’m definitely going to try and get on a team out here. The Flagstaff girls had a game this weekend and I miss playing w/ them already.
Saturday was awesome. Mel and I went to a line-dancing bar out in Alexandria. I felt like I never left Arizona. Will definitely be going back to that place. I knew I should have brought my Western shirts.
I finally got my bed on Sunday so I’m no longer sleeping on the air mattress and my room finally looks like a room.
Grocery shopping out here is an experience. The sticker shock alone is enough to drive someone to diet. I don’t know how people manage out here – obviously I will have to learn. The store was super crowded and I’m sure the big game had something to do w/ that, but it was ridiculous. I felt like it was bumper carts the whole way through. I definitely witnessed an old man steel some candy. He grabbed some a handful of chocolate from one of those Brach’s buckets and snuck it in his pocket. It was awesome. I guess that’s his way of sticking it to the man for the ludicrous prices of groceries. I was silently cheering him on.
Mel and I also saw the Bucket List this weekend. It’s inspired us to come up w/ our own list; not necessarily a bucket list b/c we’re not faced w/ imminent death, but a list of things we must do this year. I think at the top of the list is to actually sit down and make the list. We’ll see how that goes…
I’m actually a little upset that I’m living here right now. Apparently Flagstaff just got dumped on w/ 16 inches of snow!!! SIXTEEN INCHES!!! That’s a lot of good snow for a lot of good skiing. Of course, the week I leave. That’s always my luck. But I am having fun out here. I mean, come on. I live three blocks from the Capitol.
I met up w/ some friends to grab a few drinks Friday night to kick off my first full weekend in the district. After two beers, we headed to DuPont Circle and went to a gay bar. I’ve got to say, it’s not what I expected. I totally pictured men in spandex go-go outfits and a huge disco ball and some Gloria Gaynor anthem playing in the background. It was just like any other bar, except the other girl in our group and I were two of probably four girls in the bar. And all the guys seemed to be wearing tight shirts. It’s fun to look when you know they won’t touch. J
After a drink, we left our buddy at the gay bar and headed to a bar by the Eastern Market. I met some Irish dude who didn’t like my name because he’s a huge Manchester United fan. The Europeans and their soccer…but I love it! I’m definitely going to try and get on a team out here. The Flagstaff girls had a game this weekend and I miss playing w/ them already.
Saturday was awesome. Mel and I went to a line-dancing bar out in Alexandria. I felt like I never left Arizona. Will definitely be going back to that place. I knew I should have brought my Western shirts.
I finally got my bed on Sunday so I’m no longer sleeping on the air mattress and my room finally looks like a room.
Grocery shopping out here is an experience. The sticker shock alone is enough to drive someone to diet. I don’t know how people manage out here – obviously I will have to learn. The store was super crowded and I’m sure the big game had something to do w/ that, but it was ridiculous. I felt like it was bumper carts the whole way through. I definitely witnessed an old man steel some candy. He grabbed some a handful of chocolate from one of those Brach’s buckets and snuck it in his pocket. It was awesome. I guess that’s his way of sticking it to the man for the ludicrous prices of groceries. I was silently cheering him on.
Mel and I also saw the Bucket List this weekend. It’s inspired us to come up w/ our own list; not necessarily a bucket list b/c we’re not faced w/ imminent death, but a list of things we must do this year. I think at the top of the list is to actually sit down and make the list. We’ll see how that goes…
I’m actually a little upset that I’m living here right now. Apparently Flagstaff just got dumped on w/ 16 inches of snow!!! SIXTEEN INCHES!!! That’s a lot of good snow for a lot of good skiing. Of course, the week I leave. That’s always my luck. But I am having fun out here. I mean, come on. I live three blocks from the Capitol.
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