My knees are covered in greeny-blue bruises and I still can’t extend my arms properly. All in the hopes of being a kickarse snowboarder. Personally I think I should drop this dream now. I’m a total chicken when it comes to the top slopes of the mountain and always find myself in the baby-zone. Shush. There are still slopes in the baby-zone and it still hurts like hell when you bail.
Overall our weekend at the snow was awesome and freezing. I experienced two firsts while on this trip; 1) a fresh snowfall at ground level (it was like a Christmas movie!!) and 2) I was accused of being a lesbian.
True story! It happened like this…
I’m sitting in the mountain cafe trying to warm up… minding my own business as my friend had just popped to the bathroom, when a boy of about 18 strikes up a conversation…
Boy: Oh wow, your iPhone cover is awesome. I haven’t seen one like that before.
Me: Oh thanks – yeah I just found it on TradeMe.
Boy: It’s really cool. Are you with her? (he asks, pointing after my friend who’s just gone to the bathroom)
Me: Yes. (thinking he means here with her, in general)
Boy: Aww that’s really cute.
Me: *blank, confused stare*
We told the boys of this later, their response: “Awesome! Interracial, skiing lesbians!!”