Gemma and I had a preemptive birthday celebration last Saturday after the English camp at which I played some mean JENGA with Leif, Barbara and Darrell and then we karaoked the night away.
On the actual day I made me a birthday carrot cake which we decorated with terrifyingly sweet marshmallow (don't worry Rebecca, I did appreciate it, really) and then more karaoke ensued.
This first weekend of my next quarter century I decided to try something new and exciting.After years of being too stingy and convinced of my own innate uncoordination to join expeditions to Ruapehu, I bit the bullet and snowboarded.
And yes, I do believe it is accurate to say I snowboarded. There was a lot of falling and bruising and tumbling and swearing and falling involved, but I don't think I sucked completely.
We got there bright and early on Saturday to discover there was no snow, or at least no natural snow, and only two runs were open. This may have worked to my advantage though because in the morning there was lots of room to practise. My friend Darrell was an excellent teacher and after a few goes I could make it down the mountain without falling... as long as I didn't turn around - that took a lot longer to begin mastering.
I very enjoyed, and even think I will go again.
But oh, oh my, it hurts.
5 comments:
Hi Donna, you are the bestest. I'm sorry to hear about your poor bottom, maybe you should take some cushions next time. Practicle and handy if you need a nap on the slopes, I hear snowboarding can be pretty exhausting!
Practical and practicle are silly words, I don't see the need to differentiate
Dear anonymous. Practicle is only a word in your special language. But that's okay because you are also bestest. Octopus. Incidentally.
I am currently a squid. Interesting isn't it.
Hello Donna. Good job on that boarding! Just remember to push the snow back up to the top when you're done with it...
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