No, my family is...well, I'm not quite sure what the word is. But after being home for a week, I can't even remember all the times when I thought, "Only in my family would this be happening." The fact that I can't remember them doesn't inspire hope that this will be a great blog post, but let's see what I can dig up.
The main dysfunction centered around our pre-planned trip to Glenwood Springs, which my mom pre-planned before we knew that the mountains would be desperately short on snow for skiing. We couldn't even figure out how many cars to take because Mary had used her last remaining day off to go skiing two days ago so we were waiting for her to get off work, but then mom springs the fact that we're bringing the dog, and mutiny ensues. We will put up with togetherness for New Year's Eve. We will sacrifice friend time to be trapped in the mountains with each other. We will even suffer the 3 hour car ride up there. But we will not cram 6 people and luggage and a dog into one car. Not happening.
The next morning, we're off to ski. Or so we thought. Driving up to the resort, we wound through several miles of...grassy hills. NOT the most inspiring ski conditions. "Uh, mom, are you sure that the ski resort is even open?" Images of those little kids trying to sled on half an inch of snow flash through my mind--not exactly a traditional Colorado winter. More like Colorado July.
Having not skied in about ten years (shameful cowering in the corner over how pathetic of a Colorado native I am...don't hate me), I was just looking forward to getting on the slope. However, season-pass-holding, new-skis-owning Mary just about died that we were skipping Vail, Beaver Creek, or Copper for...get ready for it...Sunlight Mountain Resort! Where? Yup, this gem of a ski area had three (three!) chair lifts. Not even real chair lifts with the drop down bar. Nope, these tw0-seaters were more than happy to just let you fall right off if you happened to forget to grab the bar in the middle. Don't worry, we only found one run where we skied straight over rocks. It's fine. It's probably like that everywhere. Who finds these places???
No, in all seriousness, the snow wasn't that bad once it melted a bit, and I had a lot of fun finding my ski legs again.
Dysfunction part 2 came the following day when we were off to explore Glenwood Caverns Adventure Park. Theoretically a fun place...unless 60 mph winds close down the tram to the park and half of the attractions. But who's gonna let that stop them? Not. Us.
Again, seriously, we had a good time. Even Mary said, "I didn't think that was going to be fun, but it was." And she didn't even win at laser tag.
Further dysfunction ensued that night trying to watch my mom order and drink her first beer in 20 years (she gave it to Kelly to finish--am I allowed to say that?). And the fact that we hit up a cheap liquor store for some bubbly on the way home, toasted in our hotel room at 8 pm, and I was asleep by 11 to ring in the new year.
But the clearest mark of whatever it is we're calling this Zapapas-ness was from Christmas morning, when Mary dumped out her stocking. My parents (I mean Santa) are always down to the wire when it comes to stocking stuffers, but I think this one takes the cake. They got Mary...used chapstick. Who does that? My family does, that's who.
I guess I'll keep 'em around. Otherwise I'm pretty short on entertainment.
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OK, I guess we'll keep you for another year. Who else would call us on there way home from work and entertain us with wrong turns (oh crap I missed my exit) and such. :-)
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