the previous post was all about logan.
now let's talk about how fun the rest of the weekend was.
i tell you what, those three day weekends can seriously pull through.
after dropping my friends off back in provo saturday evening, i went to my apartment, watched an episode of modern family (guilty pleasure! guilt.) while clipping my fingernails, and then crashed.
i slept from 7pm until 7:30am.
what!?
seriously.
after rising, washing, prepping, and packing, i made my way back up to slc.
and now i feel guilty again. i have added my fair share of pollution to this mess of a valley.
guilt.
i arrived just in time to pick up lindsay-friend.
i dumped her newspaper all over the front porch while trying to be helpful.
#fail
but we laughed?
we went to a homecoming.
he did great.
srsly.
did i srsly just do "srsly?"
see what i did there?
while there catherine-friend arrived!
but only after lindsay-nurse helped a young mother with her sick and throwing-up son.
she's such a great person.
i had to avert my eyes and breathe through my mouth.
again, guilt.
after the homecoming we three chicas chatted in the parking lot next to my illegal parking job.
the two of them made plans to have lunch.
i felt left out.
but then we took a picture.
and i tried to make the voice activation on my phone camera work.
it didn't.
***picture this: three girls huddled together in the parking lot, the middle one holding her phone out, yelling "cheese!" at it***
you are welcome for the mental image.
after we said goodbye and realized that the next time we might all be together again would be catherine's "imma going on a mission talk," we parted ways.
lindsay and i went to her house.
she fed me eggs, sausage, and toast.
i felt guilty for eating all the food.
so much guilt this post.
but it was so good.
we chatting about boys and memories and funny date stories and boys and pictures and family.
her mom chatted with us.
shout out to momma bunny.
that night i bonded with my dad and sister.
after taking a 3 hour nap.
srsly. what is going on with me?
they gave me advice.
we watched lion king.
we made cookies.
read "ate cookie dough"
and got our things together for the outing to snowbird scheduled for the next day.
the next day dawned cold and polluted.
we bundled up, layer upon layer, and made our way to the mountain.
but only after listening to the new britney spears song three times on the radio.
let's get real, britney doesn't even sing in it.
after getting an excellent parking spot (we woke up so early, we deserved that spot) we headed to the tram.
three words about the tram:
no. personal. space.
but man, you get up the mountain quick.
after breathing our first breaths of clean air in 2 weeks, our day commenced.
it was a great day.
sure, they could use some more snow.
sure, we had a few cliff encounters.
sure, i almost died.
really.
but overall. good.
the cookies we had made the night before were the perfect end to a massive lunch.
srsly. huge. we had to muscle down the root beer.
i ended up having my dad drink it.
he loves root beer.
the mountains were beautiful.
reentering the valley was not.
here's to three day weekends.
***funny moments from the slopes***
-me chatting it up with the relocated new jersey citizen who works as ski patrol, studied environmental science, moved to utah to ski, lives at the mouth of the canyon, is 28, and enjoys using four letter words.
those four letter words stopped when i told him i went to byu.
MOST. AWESOME.
-dad beginning to tell me to do something (i think it was go pick up napkins) during lunch, only to stop midway and tell caroline to go do it instead.
caroline responded with, "What? Why not her? She's not doing anything."
dad responded with, "She doesn't have to do anything but sit there and look pretty."
bahahaha! greatest moment.
maybe he thinks i need self-esteem boosts?
probably most definitely actually, seeing as he had told me my face was looking good without makeup on it earlier, in the middle of the ski store.
...oh well. i'll take.
YEAH! I HAVE A PRETTY FACE! MY DAD TOLD ME SO!
-when caroline skied over my ski pole, which had been right where it was for a good 20 seconds, stopped on the ski pole, exclaimed that it was in her way, began to tip over, did tip over, and proceeded to fall/slide down the hill.
i laughed the whole way down the run.
my tears of mirth would have frozen to my face, but once you're out of the valley the temperature rises 30 degrees.
so they didn't freeze.
that rhymed
-the three of us simultaneously whistling the theme from the hunger games at the skiers below while going up the lift.
all we wanted was one response.
we never got it.
but the people on the chair in front of us were probably sick of us by the end of the ride.
#YOLO
ugh.
-listening to my dad chant his own made up jingle about how we need to get to the tram.
and only realizing what is happening after 47 seconds of this chanting.
and then laughing so hard the previously mentioned not frozen tears would have melted and frozen again.
if it had been cold enough to freeze.
but it was beautiful and sunny and warm up there.
#takeoffthelayers
