Got some time on my hands for the next couple of weeks when my next opera starts. I'm generally enjoying my detox from my last gig. I've been able to see friends, see movies, go out for dinner, see shows. It's been almost like a real life.
I even got to go skiing.
I'm so kicking myself for not taking advantage of how close Big Bear Mountain is to me. A mere 2 hour drive and you're skiing on sun kissed slopes.
I am now the proud owner a ski parka, a ski helmet, ski goggles, and a pair of genuine ski socks.
I did manage to get my butt stuck on a chairlift, only being able to wiggle off after the chair had started to swing around for the trip back down the mountain. Dropped off 2 feet to the ground, lurched forward, managed to cross my skis and somehow hook the wrist strap of my ski pole around my ski tip. Once my forward momentum stopped i.e. I hit a bench, I did hear a smattering of glove muffled applause.
I defy any of you to do this on purpose.
After 6 hours skiing, my roommate and I agreed that it was better to quit before we got so exhausted we really injured ourselves. We headed back down the mountain and into the southern California traffic, er, I mean, sunset.
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