I just got back from the (fourth!) company ski trip. I think, and I hate to say this, that it peaked last year. (The food and bar were not nearly as good as they had been - though there were some more activities that made up for it.) Though this year the company I kept was fantastic, and unequivocally *actually into me*. It's amazing how much of a difference that makes.
I drank, danced, sang some group karaoke. I got on skis for the first time since 4H Snow Camp in like... I kept saying 1998 but I think it might have actually been 1996 or 1997. The equipment is totally different than it used to be - skis aren't pointy at the tips anymore! And they turn a *lot* easier, holy cow. I actually did pretty well on the big wide open, not too steep parts. As long as I was going slowly enough that I felt like I was in control, I managed to be reasonably comfortable. I think it's speed that screws me up; I start getting scared, and turning into the hill to slow down too much, which tires me out, which makes turning harder, which scares me more. I *did* start to lose control on my right leg by lunchtime, but I had a lovely post-lunch session going down the mountain with Mike.
Today it was raining down in the valley, so we slept in and skipped the cross-country skiing. Bummer. Then in the shuffle to get on the bus early (though we did sign up for the 2pm one after all) we skipped the custom cupcake place, and the yearly tradition of the Belgian waffles. Somehow, the Sunday is the most tiring day of all, bleh.
I did get some sewing done on the bus. Just need to stitch the armholes on the Regency corset - which probably will no longer fit me since I made it like... two years ago now?
