Oh What a night!

This weekend I was supposed to go visit my grandparents in Florida. I got to the airport, learned that the flight was cancelled and drove home. With no plans on a Friday night, I went to my neighbors to grab some food and hopefully a chill night by the fire. Needless to say, a chill night discussing skiing Stowe on Saturday turned into margaritas, then an engineering party. People were riding bikes inside, climbing the backside of the stairs and acting like college kids on a Friday night (go figure!). By the time I got home, it was way too late to ski on Saturday. Or so I thought.

Come 7:30 and I heard my neighbors knocking on the door. I looked over and my roommate just laughed. Good day, I tried to tell myself as I rolled into the car and promptly fell asleep. By the end of the first run, I was questioning my sanity in deciding to ski. By the third, I started to feel a bit better. Wanna skin? Rob asked. Skinning when you are both fatigued and have a headache is great idea, right? I thought so, so we headed up towards Mount Mansfield to do a lap on what became the fastest snow I have ever had the pleasure to call snow. In the trees nonetheless. By the time we reentered the ski area, got a few groomers in and drove back, I was ready for an early night sleep to say the least.