Winter Lovin'

Blizzard, blizzard, blizzard!! Yeah that’s right it’s a friggin’ blizzard here. I went skiing on Thursday because it snowed at least two feet the night before. It was quite an ordeal.

Wednesday night I barely got home, the snow was so bad I had to just leave my car on the street and walk to my place. Thursday morning I woke up and dug out my car and started cruisin’ the major streets that had already been plowed.

On my little snow drive I decided to pick up someone special to me, Cheryl. She is the beautiful woman I met in the last post on here. We had met on the night before Thanksgiving in our hometown. Fortunately we both attend CU.

After we did some smoochie, smoochie, I suggest we go for a little ride in the vehicle. Cheryl is all about it and we start up Canyon Boulevard. The roads aren’t bad here (well not so bad that you can’t drive on them) and I continue until we are in Nederland.

When you are in Nederland, and it’s snowing, you’ve got to check out the ski resort. So we cruised up to Eldora and it looked gorgeous. I went to my locker, threw on my gear and was ready to hit the slopes.

Cheryl had never tried boarding so I got her an all inclusive package that included a half-day lesson with all the equipment. She loved it and when I met her after the lesson she was already flying down blue runs. I think my girlfriend could have a little immortal in her. Even this god didn’t try many blues until his second day.

All in all it was a day to die for and a rare sight to see and especially ski. I drove Cheryl back to her place and met up with the boys for a night cap.

Peace!! -D-Nys

New Year's Bash Anxiety

Hey friends, Hera here. New Year’s Eve is one of those so-called “holidays” that I can’t help but LOVE … to hate. Then love again. Let me explain. First off, I’m still getting used to having the “new year” fall on the same date every year and not according to the stars like we did it when I was a little girl in Ancient Greece.

Anyway. New Year’s Eve always happens the same way.

Step One. Everyone gets super excited about a month in advance. They make lavish plans for the latest hot-spot, buy sparkly little dresses and plan their midnight’s kiss.

Step Two. Tickets to said “latest hot-spot” are either sold out or $120. Any other ideas?

Step Three. The New Year’s Eve group (which getting smaller and smaller as the weeks go on) settles for a cheaper, less ritzy place to celebrate, and is still, somehow, pretty excited about it.

Step Four. The night (finally) actually rolls around and guess what. It’s either snowing, raining, sleeting or a combination of the three. Do we still want to wear our sparkly little dresses? After much pouting we decide, sure we do! Duh … it’s New Year’s Eve!!! Who cares if it’s -30 degrees outside?

Step Five. After pouring 8 people into a cab and arriving at the celebration destination, you all stand around lookin’ pretty and waiting 50 minutes to get a drink with your all-inclusive wristband. Maybe this wasn’t worth all the hype and dressing up, after all … it’s pretty much like any other night.

Step Six. The crowd is screaming a midnight countdown, champagne is bubbling and all of a sudden, Zeus comes barreling out of the crowd (hey, where has he been all night?) puts his arms around me and gives me the first kiss of the New Year. Sigh. So this is why we go through all the trouble.

That’s why I have to remind myself, when New Year’s Eve is feeling very overrated, that it will all be worth it in the end. After all, it’s the ONLY night of the year that Zeus feels he can be affectionate in public – I’m not going to pass that up! Party like it’s 2007!

Be safe, everyone.