Mountain Weekend Recap

VRBO.com rental: $640 a night

Ski Lift and Rentals for two: $154

Food and booze: +$150 (honestly no clue)

Good times, good people: Priceless

All this warm weather lately is making me miss the snow from this weekend. Poconos is a good time. Great scenery and tons of ski resorts for all of you snow bunnies!

Friday:

The weather in VA was 51 degrees when we left. The drive is about 3.5 hrs. I made sure to check the weather and pack accordingly. Of course. I over pack. I text some of the girls double checking it’s casual. I mean, we have the whole house rented out to ourselves that included a shuffle board, darts, a pool table, a bar, etc, etc…

I had to work. It was such a weird Friday because we’re usually super busy! My schedule didn’t fill so I was like “peace out”! Justin and I dropped the pups off and was on the road earlier than scheduled. Half way through the drive, I was getting pretty antsy. I sit at work all day long and my right leg was aching. Justin was nice enough to switch with me. We get there around 8 which is like our bedtime. Hashtag snore. It’s about 23 degrees. 6 inches of snow on the ground. Huge house! The party was already popping, friends playing shuffleboard and pool, dinner was smoked assortments of meat. Knowing the bride and groom, they love jokes and pranks. They challenged us to win the master bedroom….by beating the next arriving guests in a game of beer pong. Time out….I can’t remember the last time I played beer pong. Was this in college? And honestly, we didn’t really care what room we got. We’re pretty competitive so we were up for the challenge. The bride, who is also named Amanda, knows me so well.

We go waaaaaaaay back. High School days were like jokes to us. We were so terrible in numbers that involved adding and subtracting that we were sharing math classes with the underclassmens. We were so terrible together they had to separate us. I’m sure there was a term for us when there were discussions over our behavior. It was not even funny. I don’t think we learned anything. Yet, nothing has changed to this day.

Justin and I get ready for this beer pong tournament. The groom, JR, (that’s JAY ARE, not junior) gave us instructions I didn’t even know was part of this “beer pong rule” thing. I usually just throw the ball and hope it goes into the cup, not aiming at peoples crotches. It definitely got heated. Fast. I mean, superman flying-catch-the-ball-on-the-floor crazy. We win, and it was a good game. Then, of course, a different couple wants to try. Time to focus again.

I’m already gagging beer at this point. Some how, we’re winning little by little. My husband’s got jokes. We win again. We get our room and settle down.

We keep eating food, catching up with old friends and got to know a few other couples. It was time to play this dice game called “Left, Right, Center”. We all bet $3 and roll the dice. If it was one two or three dots, you keep your money. If you had an L, C, or R, you’re giving your money to the person on your left, your right and the center. It keeps going until someone is the last one standing with hopefully more than $1 and a C dice, wins the pile of dollars. Justin was not happy. But hey we got the master? Fun night. We were up 4 am for work and headed to bed around midnight. The rest of shenanigans were up later til 2:30 am. Oy.

Saturday:

Man, I have a headache. I can’t even believe we both slept til 9 am. No dogs waking us up at ass crack of dawn. Even my body’s biological clock let me sleep in that late. Holy moley.

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It was Ski Day. Some of the other couples are slowly moving as we are. Trying to feed ourselves was almost a chore. There was never enough coffee to wake us up. JR was making a snowman out of a pet he dreamed of the other night. We decided to head out to Big Boulder and have everyone meet us there. Did I mention we have not skied in probably over 15 years. Getting those ski boots on was like shoving your alcohol induced swollen feet into those robot shoe that doesn’t move. Walking in them was even effing awkward. I also forgot how to lock those boots into those darn skis. Man, we were in for a nightmare waiting to happen. A snowboarder ran into us on the ski lift. Thankfully he was ok. But I remember thinking, “I’m doomed.” We were supposed to be on a easy hill. Baby steps. Keep those knees bent and make a “pizza” ski. Don’t kill yourself on the way down. I probably gasped more times than I can count. No wonder I had hiccups all weekend. 😉

I keep missing Amanda every time. We’d text and it seems like they are on top of a hill and we’re down the hill. Finally, we catch up to them and head over to the big hills that’s supposed to be like one step above easy. Oh em gee. I was in for a wild ride.

The rest of the group were meeting us for snow tubing after lunch. We went for a couple runs, returned our rentals, got in the car to drive over, all the sudden, exhaustion began to set in. I looked at my husband and was like we need a nap! I kindly texted her and we were out like a lamp as soon as we headed back.

About an hour and then some into our nap, I had a feeling the party was coming back soon. I put my hearing aids on and laid back down for a bit. Not even 3 mins later, I could hear JR yelling “WE’RE HOME!”. Justin didn’t realized I had put my hearing aids on and let me know they were home. It’s cute right?

After dinner, the girls and I catch up again. Do you guys ever have friends that you haven’t seen in forever but always seem to pick up where you left off? Keep those friends. We were laughing and peeing our pants over memories. Emily “EMac” found a picture from 7 years ago and we decided to recreate it. Now, there was literally 100 retakes later. But I saved the best one. I’ll tell you why in a sec.

First picture you see. Our best looking selves on a birthday outing that went a little over the top. We basically took over Atlantic City by storm.

Emily ‘EMac’, Amanda, Amanda (me), Healther (Circa 2011)

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7 years later

Second picture. First, Heather to the left of me thinks she looks like a boy. “Oh, can we take another one? I look like Justin Bieber. I mean, I really look like a boy.” “Okay. Hair in the front ladies!”. Second, we didn’t realized “Smokey” was behind us. He used to be a real pig. This went on for probably 13 more pictures later, in another location, like the basement next to Romeo, our pin the penises on the stripper poster.  Who we never got to play with.

After so many “Do you remember when we used tos…”, I was lights out by 10:30.

Sunday:

Somehow, I didn’t wake up with a headache. One of the couples were a lifesaver and made all of us breakfast sandwiches to go. After many breakfast sandwiches later and a gazillion coffee sans water, my hangover headache was slowly creeping back. Can we talk about how much food we had left over from this weekend?

We say our goodbyes, stop at Wawa for gas, waters, and more coffee for moi. I really missed Wawa! It was playoff day so everyone was decked out in Eagles gear including myself. The closest Wawa at home is legit 35 mins, by our old Crossfit gym. Where no one would be decked in Eagles gear. Mmm no.

I must say I took the wrong exit and almost missed another one. Only to have my husband giving me the stare. That kind of stare I always get. This stare was like “are you really going to drive or not?” Thing is, I’m now hungover at this point in some way. Sorry hub but not sorry. Now go back to sleep will you? Just close your eyes.

Amanda and JR. Wishing you both a lifetime of laughter, pranks, happiness and joy. 🙂

Go grab your friends and take a winter weekend trip.  If those are the ones that can make a joke but can’t finish it because they’re laughing at their own jokes, keep those friends. The kind of people that just love life and roll things off their back are good people. Laugh at the tiniest things and be grateful. Cheers.

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