Almost wish we'd gotten snowed in

Luckily for Craig, he is not a natural on skis; he is, in fact, awkward and unbalanced, which made my day all the more amusing, since I'm usually on his end of it. He got through the half-day beginner's class and one very slow, pizza-legged run down the mildest of the beginner's slopes, but then called it a day after we stopped to have lunch.

The thing is, he didn't stop because he didn't want to keep trying. He stopped because just before we were all heading back out, a woman who was in the class with him stopped to say hello, they got to talking, and the next thing I know he's waving us off and says he'll "catch up later."

An hour later we went back in to see if he was still there and he was, deep in conversation with her. Char went over to them, draped her arm around his shoulders, kissed him on the cheek, and told him she was taking one more run, and then "we'll head back to the condo." I thought he was going to wet his pants right there, but Mz. SkiBunny thought it was funny, and when we returned later, there they were, still talking.

Char noticed before I did, that the only beverages on the table were ice water and soda, and I think she made specific note of it because though neither of us said it, we were both worried that Mz. SkiBunny would order wine, and Craig isn't there yet. No one drinks around him, because he's still not sure how it will feel to him. With that, she wondered if we should invite Craig's new friend to have dinner with us, but before we could, Craig was saying his goodbyes and pulling us out of there.

It occurred to me that I could get her really drunk, stay stone cold sober, and see what could happen. So he wanted out of there, before he did something stupid. But, he did get her number.

Instead of going to dinner with us, he headed for home; he had a job interview lined up for this afternoon and didn't want to have to rush back this morning. I'd be lying if I said that was a disappointment, because it left Char and I alone in the condo. And that place has one hell of a view; that alone is worth the drive there, whether we wind up skiing or not. When we got up this morning, we had coffee while we sat there and took it in, and realized that the snow could wait. A view like that, without kids whining at us to get up and get out there already, that was worth skipping the skiing for.

I had intended on buying a new pair of skis today. I suppose I can do that next time.