Blue shoes. Light blue like oversized Mentos stuck to her feet. Green shirt and Capri’s cut just right for her 5′ frame. Mom was there, chic for 40, and chatty with an eye that still hinted. Strangers.
Three down syndrome folks waiting for the plane, one making the noise of the dying in the bathroom. a young boy, a girl with a limp, and an old man with a cane; slack jawed and proud to be Americans.
The jet way stank of B.O. horribly, but with so many bodies, it wasn’t that surprising. Continuing into the plane it gets increasingly foul. It’s peeling off the elderly couple in the emergency row like layers of a rotten onion bursting under the strain from it’s own putrescence. If there were an accident, they would certainly kill the survivors with the smell as they passed.
Driving through the canyon after landing was fast; slick; dark. The bar was as well lit as the night outside. Ninja Turtles, Monkeys, Lions, Camoflauge. Steve Irwin with a trouser snake. We were Animals.
Diedre tells me she had a threesome with a girl and some farting guy in her basement. Gross.
Amy and I share the upstairs guest suite at Diedre’s house. it’s open to the world with walls that don’t touch each other, saloon windows and a walkway above the entrance with no door. The cat can hear Amy cry out and make the sheets happy and wet. Everyone can.
Finally back to the mountain. The snow is lovely, and Amy is having a panic attack. She starts to read the disclaimer and shuts down. 5 weeping minutes with one foot in a snowboard and I find I’m paying the instructor to sit in the lodge with Amy all day while my sister and I go riding. This is my partner?
Greg comes to the rescue with his hippie hair and shoulder in a sling and gets her to move up and down the hill a couple times. She quit after a while, but at least she tried. She wound up sliding the rest of the way down on her board like a sled. All hail, Saint Greg.
Garrett the instructor has the patience needed to sit and watch the snow with Amy. She tried sweet pea and crashed on the tow rope. giving up yet again.
My sister and I went through the park with some of the instructors. I tried riding a box for the first time. Didn’t work out so well. Kinda got my ass kicked.
At smokies, we drank till bladders couldn’t empty it quickly enough. I kept taking off my pants, to which Diedre bit me in response. Lance ignored Elisa and Greg sat around while i wore his sling and pretended I was a hardass.
Shower and Sleep. Aaaahhhh.
