“Go that way, really fast. If something gets in your way, turn.”
I’m going skiing. It’s happening. After an entire weekend of peer pressure from David, his sisters, my brother-in-law and myself (I’m my worst enemy), I’ve decided to go skiing. Since I’ve committed to going, all I can hear in my head is the epic advice from Charles De Mar in the classic 80’s movie Better Off Dead:
I’m hoping that by the end of the day, I will be able to ski in between David’s legs and do crazy tricks. Hey, Lane Meyer picked it up rather quickly:
Monique kills it in those white wayfarer-esque glasses and not going to lie, I’m kind of digging her salmon jump suit. I’m going to take my cues from her and at least look put together while I am slipping and sliding down the mountain like a fool. And just so we are all clear, I will not be attempting the K-12 (or anything other than the bunny slopes for that matter) and I will definitely not be skiing on one ski. Wish me luck!