back to life, back to reality, back from tahoe. what a weekend, what a weekend. well, without further delay, let me fulfill my obligation and blog about my weekend and of course, my embarrassment.

tahoe was awesome. me and 23 of my closest friends, enjoying winter as it should be... in the snow. friday began with some extreme sledding (featuring gigantic snowballs and giant jumps), some girl bonding (or fondling...thanks to e) and of course, some drinking (although not as much as expected...reconditioning is needed).

saturday, 10 of us went to heavenly for snowboarding and skiing. this was my very first time on the slopes and also my first time snowboarding. i have never fell so many times and have never felt so frustrated in my entire life. after an entire day of bruising my butt and my ego, i finally moved a baby step up from the patsy the bunny slope.

it was the last run of the day, the lifts were closing and ray and i were about halfway down the run when we hit a patch of level ground. i took off my board, walked to the other end, and put down my board to strap back in. i forgot earlier warnings of runaway boards and watched as mine slipped down the hill. i dived to save it, felt it graze my fingers, but stood helpless and shocked as it launched over the edge of the path and into the rugged terrain.

yes, embarrassing. but there's more. since the day was ending, the ski patrol was rounding up the stragglers and slowly herding us down the hill. they convened to watch ray trek down 100 feet in several feet of snow to retreive my board.

several more joined us to oversee our downhill descent. i tried to remain confident in my boarding skills but with all this pressure to get to the bottom, i kept falling. the patrollers even offered to escort me, but my pride would not have it. each time i fell, they lifted me up and watched me go, only to fall again. they said i owe them pizza and beer.

i finally finished, with a handful of ski patrol in tow... only a few feet ahead of the very last person on the run. instead of sticking me back on a lift back to the resort, a snowmobile escorted me back.

embarrassing. that is what i am. and sore, too. my fingers and my ass hurt like crazy. moving takes major effort. and after writing this, i feel extreme embarrassment all over again. dude, when can we go boarding again??