did my title pique your interest?
yes, i did get dominated by a mountain that was indeed crotched. enter, crotched mountain in new hampshire. known for its many crotches.
okay, i need to stop saying crotched.
one more time.
okay, i’ve got it out of my system. i swear.
needless to say, everyone could tell my florida was showing as i hit the slopes the other day. literally, i hit the slopes. at least 15 times. down the slope. all day.
and you know that girl who falls off the chairlift? who kind of forgets you have to push yourself off of it? and then falls off of it on to the platform? um, that was me. and yes, everyone saw. and yes, the second time i went back up, my patient skiing teacher-friend nick insisted we go in separate chairlifts in order for him to not lose any street-cred for being near the girl who fell off the ski-lift.
and in a way, i’m a bit proud of being that girl. even though the whole day reminded me of how much my life is just an endless episode of “seinfeld”. and five year olds intimidated me as they passed me three times as i clumsily fell out of my skis.i laughed the whole day. i laughed when i fell out of the ski lift (after flailing about like a wild salmon). i laughed every single time.
and for that alone i am glad. i am glad i am the girl who laughs her dumb self out of the chair lift. and i very much would wear that title around my neck as proudly as if i were wearing a medal.
because if i wasn’t the girl who fell off a ski-lift at the top of a mountain known for its many crotches (sorry), i truly wouldn’t recognize myself in the mirror.