Slap that bruise

BOARDING THE SNOW.

Is that even a correct term?

how about BRUISE ON ASS?

Since I have a past filled with skiing and boarding memories, it didn't take long for me to pick up what I had sincerely missed from my childhood. The cool, crisp wind rushing past my ears; the cruching, scraping sounds of my board sailing along the cocaine filled earth. Up and up and up I went to the "top" of the mountain (or..ski lift bah!). On the third or fourth time I hopped off that chair lift, i immediatly saw what was about to become a disaster. The lady in front of me, unknowingly decided to just "chillax" right after she got off the chair lift. Any person who has experienced the ride that is the chair lift knows once you exit, you MOVE OUT OF THE WAY. This old hag was in our way, just lookin around for her group. I didn't have time to move out of her way. She was way too close. I decided instead of taking out this old lady, I'd injure myself instead. And with that..I landed ass first on a side pile of ice. "oooohh...fffaaawwwkkk..." It hurt. The lady, of course not knowing she was the problem of this disaster, turns around and gives a little laugh with a small "sorry!". And with that, my friend Theresa fell over, and unable to quickly move out of this moutain of bodies, the two guys behind US piled up on us!

So now every time I sit (and every time I forget about this huge ass bruise) I cringed in some pain.

But alas, Theresa and I had a wonderful time in the sun filled mountains!