|Face down, skis up. |
*Reenactment of actual events.
Like 'jacket flapping in the wind' took off and blazed past the guy and his buddy, feeling rather pleased at my parallel form and wind on my face.
As I stopped at the bottom, I turned to face up the hill and wait for Stacey. Ski dude approached first and said, "Wow, you totally bombed it down that run. Your friend says you're single." I turned around to say "Thank You," but instead crossed tips and stuffed my face into the snow on the way around.
He laughs. I laugh.
|Does this pose make me look like less|
of a jackass? Didn't think so, but I am charming.
He states, "I am so glad I got to see that. It was amazing."
Me to him, "Glad I could assist. My name is Dani."
Him to me, "My name is Mike. Do you blog? Because if you do you should totally write about this."
I last saw Mike getting onto the chair and have yet so see him again.
So, "Mike," if you're out there. I'm blogging, and this one is for you.