Ski Weekend January 5-7
For the last two months, I’ve been planning this awesome ski weekend at Jack Frost/Big Boulder. It was going to be great. Me, my girl, and a couple of my closest friends for three days of hitting the slopes. And now, it’s all falling apart before my very eyes.
It started not too long after I reserved the cabin. The first couple who were supposed to come told me they were not interested. They had given me no money. The second couple soon followed suit. Fortunately, they HAD given me money. So now I’m faced with a situation where I was excited about going skiing with a large group of friends, and now I am stuck with a large six-person townhouse to share with only my girlfriend.
I know…Score? Right?
Wrong. Every damn time I try to get excited about something it blows up in my face. I am soooo sick and tired of never being able to get pumped for something because – in the end – nothing seems to ever work out the way I’d hoped. Sure, it’ll be a nice romantic weekend still. Albeit, a romantic weekend that cost me three times more than I’d planned. Instead of a bedroom with my girlfriend I now have two bedrooms and a sofa bed downstairs to share with her.
Then, she told me she probably won’t even want to go skiing on Saturday or Sunday. Hmm…
I guess I should try to think about the Eagles instead. After all, it’s not like there’s a chance they could ever let me down, right?
E-mail me if you want to go skiing for a weekend with a stranger.