Snowboarding, Funyuns and HIMYM in Winter Park

So a couple of weeks ago, I went snowboarding in Denver with Steve, Zaid, Trisha and Joann. I fell a total of 116 times and got dragged by a short-distance ski lift whilst being laughed at by Trisha, Zaid and the Winter Park worker.

It’s amazing that much of my photographic recollection of this vacation included Blackberry pics of the inside of our Zephyr Resort suite. Such as the random ceramic bunnies on our mantle…

…and a blanket that I affectionately called “the rag blanket”:

But enough of all that…let’s get to the snowboarding…actually, I have no pictures of me snowboarding. But I guarantee you that I did snowboard…I also broke my ass…and I believe I sprained my wrist because I had to be escorted down the slopes by a snowmobile. But here’s a pic of me in my gear! I may not be in the snow, but I look DAMN HOT!

Besides the snowboarding, I think there are other things that came out of this trip. One was my rekindled love for Funyuns which I passed on to my fellow WP travelers. We also found out they are good to dip into spinach dip from Safeway.

Second, since there is nothing really to do in the downtime up in WP, we watched a lot of television. Mainly, we discovered that How I Met Your Mother is awesomer than it
really is thanks to me bringing seasons 2 and 3 on DVD. And kudos to that ghetto-ass COBY DVD player provided by Zephyr Resort.

Third, we discovered that the Denver area has a love for Cassie, the R&B songstress that sung the hit “Me and You.” Even though this song was making it hot on airwaves years ago in less awesome cities like NYC and SF, Denver plays it with pride as if it never went out of style. They play it a lot – and I mean A LOT.

Fourth, we found that the Safeway in Winter Park is the happenin’ after hours spot considering we spent almost every single night there buying tons of food that we ended up not eating. Damn. I wish I could grab that string cheese we left behind.

Fifth – Trisha was about to throw down with these paunchy lesbian snowboarders who were mad doggin’ us at that sushi restaurant we ate at. Trisha so could’ve kicked both their asses. They were complaining under their breath about how much we were ordering. We also discovered that Denver sushi restaurants liked to put fruit on their sushi rolls. Case and point: the “Monkey Roll” included slices of banana on eel…or something. Oh yeah, Steven farted the same night and tried to blame it on me.

Ahh…Winter Park…even though it’s been two weeks…I miss you so much…