This weekend, we met our friends up the hill for a nice day of skiing with our little kids. At least that was what it was supposed to be. Until, I, the person who hasn’t been on skis in over 8 years decided to give it a whirl.
See, here’s the thing. I *can* ski. I just don’t *like* it. I realize, that in typing those words I may be driven out of my home state of Colorado for even thinking such blasphemy, much less putting it out on the internet for all to see, but there you have it. I really don’t. like. skiing.
However, I *do* enjoy going up the hill and *photographing* other skiers, especially the 4 foot variety that where birthed from me, so when Bryan takes Declan, I go. And I run along the hill with my camera and document the event.
And you must understand that Bryan is a snowboarder at heart. And not some johnny-come-lately. He has been snowboarding for 25 years, before they even let them on the mountains. So, he doesn’t like skis all that much either. When he takes Declan up, he rents blades. I got a wild hair on Saturday and decided to try his on and see how I liked them.
That’s when I made a complete asshole of myself. (Psst. If you have delicate ears and eyes, there is *cursing* involved in this video. As one would expect when you are an idiot as big as me.)
Magic Carpet Ride from Aimee Greeblemonkey on Vimeo.
Thank yooouuuu. Thank you verrah much. As I told my friend Cheryl, “It’s OK to laugh at my expense.”
If you would like to see the part where I didn’t make an ass of myself and got some fun pics, check out my Flickr photos.