1.02.2005
DETAILS ABOUT MY ALMOSTAWEEKLONG SKI TRIP
SO? YOU HAVE COME TO JOIN MY SPEECH OF HOW MY TRIP WENT. WELL DONE!
AS I MENTIONED IN MY PREVIOUS ENTRY, IT BEGAN ON TUESDAY. IT WAS A CHILLY LATE NIGHT TO BE TRAVELING THE LONG ROAD TO COW HAMPSHIRE, BUT WE STUCK IT OUT.
TUESDAY> THE DAY OF DEPARTURE
SO, IT WAS ONLY THE SECOND DAY WE HAD OFF FROM SCHOOL VACATION AND ALREADY IM LEAVING TO GO ON A TRIP. NO RELAXING VACA FOR ME. TRY A MORE STRESSFULL VACA, WITH LOTS OF ACTION. IT WAS A REGULAR FUN FILLED DAY WHEN I HUNG OUT WITH BRET. WE STAYED AT HIS HOUSE, ATE SOME MAC N CHEESE (MY FAVORITE) AND WATCHED A BIT OF FINDING NEMO WHILE WE CONSUMED MY FAVORITE MEAL. IT WAS FUN. I LOVE DOING BASICALLY NOTHING, A STRESS FREE DAY, THAT IS, UNTIL MY MOTHER SHOWED UP TO GET ME. I RODE THE LONG RIDE HOME SITTING IN THE PASSENGER SEAT LISTENING TO MY MOTHER CANCEL ALL HER PLANS FOR THE REST OF THE WEEK, FOR, WE WERE GOING ON A TRIP. WHAT KIND OF A TRIP MIGHT YOU ASK? A SKIING, STAYINGINAMOTEL, COLDJACUZZI, WEARWINTERJACKETS TRIP. I WAS AS EXCITED AS MOUSE CAUGHT IN A RAT TRAP. WHICH BY THE WAY, IS NOT A VERY EXCITING EMOTION, IS MORE A FEELING OF REGRET, THE RAT THINKS "WHY DID I HAVE TO TRY AND GET THE CHEESE" I ON THE OTHER HAND THINK "WHY DID I HAVE TO HAVE VACA THE SAME WEEK EVERYONE PLANNED A SKI TRIP." MORE ON THE TOPIC, I GOT HOME, RUSHED AROUND PACKING MY CLOTHES, CD PLAYER, MAKEUP, PHONE, WALLET, ACCESORY, TOILETRIES, AND ALL THAT JAZZ. I WA SOTLD I HAD A LITTLE LESS TAN AN HOUR TO ACCOMPLISH ALL THIS. BOY WAS THAT WRONG. I FINISHED WITHT IME TO SPARE. IT WAS APPROXIMATLEY 4:30 WHEN I WENT TO TELL MY MOTHER THAT I WAS READY TO RUN OUT THE DOOR AT ANY MINUTE. WE DIDN'T END UP LEAVIG UNTILL 7ISH. JOY. THE 2 1/2 HOUR CAR RIDE (WHICH REALLY WASN'T THAT LONG) CONSISTED OF ERICA AND I (SITTING ON THE EDGES OF THE BACK SEAT) LISTENING NO STOP TO OUR ROCK FILLED HEAD PHONES, AND DEMITRA (SITTING SQUISHED IN BETWEEN US AND OUR CD PLAYERS) WATCHING THE MOVIE "SIX DAYS SEVEN NIGHTS" FOR THE UMTEENTH TIME. YOU SEE, IT IS A TRADITION IN THIS FAMILY TO WATCH THIS HUMOR FILLED CORNY MOVIE EVERY TIME WE GO ON A TRIP. AND NOW WAS NOT THE TIME TO BREAK TRADITIONS. WE ARRIVED AT THE PARKER MOTEL IN LINCOLN, NH AT ABOUT 9:30 WHERE WE CHECKED IN, UNLOADED OUR THINGS IN THE STUDIO STYLE ENGISH FLAT RESEMBLING MOTEL ROOM. ROOM NUMBER 215. ERICA AND DEMITRA CLAIMED THE SECOND BEDROOM FASTER THAN I COULD FIN THE LIGHT SWITCHES AND MY PARENTS HAD ALREADY (OF COURSE) CLAMIED THE SUITE. I WAS LEFT WITH THE COUCH. SUCH A LOVELY THING TO SIT ON IN THE DAY TIME. SUCH A HELL LIKE THING TO SLEEP ON IN THE NIGHT TIME. SINCE OUR STUDIO STYLE ENGLISH FLAT RESEMBLING MOTEL ROOM HAD A KITCHEN, MY MOM WAS ABLE TO MAKE A SCRUMPTIOUS DINNER FOR THE FAMILY. SO WE ATE. WE ATE AT A QUAINT LITTLE DINING ROOM TABLE (THE PERFECT SIZE SUPRISINGLY) THAT WAS SITUATED IN THE KITCHEN/DINING ROOM/MY BEDROOM AREA. I MADE SURE TO CLARIFY THE FACT THAT I DID NOT WANT THERE TO BE STEAK SAUCE ON MY BEDROOM FLOOR, SO WE HAD SOME EXTRA NAPKINS ON THE TABLE IN CASE OF AN EMERGENCY. ONCE DINNER WAS FINISHED, HALF THE FAMILY (ERICA, DEMITRA AND I) PILED ONTO MY "BED" AND WATCHED THE TELLY. WE PROBABLY WATCHED SOMETHING POINTLESS BECAUSE I DON'T REMEMBER SITTIG ON MY BED STAIRING AT THE BLACK BOX FOR LONG. WE HEARD THERE WAS A JACUZZI AT THE STUDIO STYLE ENGLISH FLAT RESEMBING MOTEL ROOM MOTEL, WE DECIDED TO CHECK IT OUT. ARMED WITH OUR TOWELS WE MADE OUR WAY TO THE "SPA." WHAT AN INTERESTING "SPA." IN THIS "SPA" WAS A SAUNA THE SIZE OF A CLOSET, LITERALLY, ONLY LARGE ENOUGH TO FIT A COUPLE OF BUCKETS AND BROOMS, AND A 93 DEGREES HOT JACUZZI. NOT MY IDEA OF A "SPA." THAT IS, YOU SEE, WHY I'M USING THE QUOTATION MARKS. AFTER OUR DISSAPOINTMENT WE ALL RETREATED BACK TO THE STUDIO STYLE ENGLISH FLAT RESEMBLING MOTEL ROOM. AND CHANGED INTO OUR PIJAMAS. WHILE ERICA AND DEMITRA SLEPT SOUNDLESSLY IN THIER (LITERALLY A) BEDROOM, I LIED IN MY (LITERALLY A) COUCHROOM AND LISTENED TO DAN THROW INSULTS AT THE MICROWAVE. WHO NEEDS TO USE A MICROWAVE AT 11:30 AT NIGHT ANYWAY? HONESTLY PEOPLE, LETS NOT PROVE OURSELVES INSANE. SO, WHILE HE DID THAT AND PRESSED EVERY SINGLE BUTTON IN THE STUPID WHITE BOX I LISTENED TO THE TUNE OF THE "BEEPING" NOISES IT SHOUTED BACK AT HIM. FOR ABOUT 20 MINUTES I TRIED TO TUNE BACK INTO MY LYNYRD SKYNYRD CD AND LET "GIMMIE THREE STEPS" SOOTH MY MOTIVES TO THROW THE APPLIANCE OUT OUR WINDOW. AS HARD AS I TRIED TO FOCUS IN ON THE LYRICS TO ONE OF MY FAVORITE SONGS, THE BEEPING NOISE CONTINUED TO PENETRATE THROUGH MY MISSION. AS I FINALLY LOST MY TEMPER, I TURNED MY HEAD TO FIND DAN NO LONGER SITTING ON THE FLOOR BUT IN HIS ROOM WATCHING TELEVISION WITH THE DOOR CLOSED. BEWILDERD, I BLAME THE STILL SILENCE PIERCING BEEPS ON MY INSANITY. I CLOSED MY EYES, RETURNED TO END OF THE SONG GUITAR SOLO, AND DRIFTED OFF TO SLEEP HOPING THAT THE NEXT DAY WOULD BE BETTER.
WEDNESDAY> DAY 2. ENOUGH SAID.
WEDNESDAY AND THURSDAY WERE PRETTY MUCH A BLUR, I DO REMEMBER HOWEVER THAT ON BOTH DAYS I AWOKE FEELING A SMALL ACHE IN MY UPPER LEFT ARM, DUE MY SLEEPING POSITION THE NIGHT BEFORE. SUCH SACRAFICE WAS I SUBMITTING TO LET ERICA AND DEMITRA SLEEP ON A BED. I SACRAFICED A GOOD NIGHTS SLEEP, AND SUBMITTED MYSELF TO THE EARLY MORNING PAIN, THE RESULT. I WAS SUPRISED WHEN WE ARRIVED AT LOON MOUNTIAN AND FOUND MYSELF ON A SKI RUN THAT I HADN'T LOST MY TOUCH. I GUESS TRACK HAD PREPARED ME AND CONDITIONED MY LEGS TO BE ABLE TO SKI AND TURN AND STOP AND SPEED AND GO AND SUCH THINGS, THANK GOODNESS. I KNEW IT WAS NO FUN TO BE HIT WITH PAIN AFTER A LONGS DAYS WORK, I KNEW BECAUSE THATS WHAT HAPPENED WHEN I BEGAN RUNNING TRACK. BUT NOW, WEEKS AFTER THE STARTING POINT OF MY RUNNING SPORT, I FOUND MYSELF FULLY PREPARED ANDREADY TO FLY DOWN THE MOUNTIAN WITH EASE. AT ABOUT 2:30 THE DREW STARTED GETTING RESTLESS, AFTER ALL, DOING THE SAME THING FOR A LONG PERIOD OF TIME DOES GET QUITE BORING. SO WE TOOK A BREAK, ATE SOME OF THE DELICIOUS (YES, I DID SAY DELICIOUS) LODGE'S LUNCH. THERE ARE TWO LODGES YOU SEE, WE WERE AT THE ONE THAT HELD THE INFAMOUS GONDOLA. THE REASON TO GO TO LOON MOUNTAIN. INTERESTING THAT THE ENTIRE TIME WE WERE THERE, NOT ONCE DID WE RIDE THE GONDOLA UP TO THE TOP. AFTER SKIING WE DROVE BY THE LOCAL MOVIE THEATRE, GOD KNOWS WHAT ITS NAME WAS. BUT THIS THEATRE SAT IN THE MIDDLE OF TOWN NEAR THE MILL. THE OLD OLD OLD VERY OLD MILL WAS REALLY, NO LONGER A MILL AT ALL, BUT A HAUNTED LOOKING, FALLING DOWN, BULDING. "OCEANS 12, LEMONY SNICKET, MEET THE FOCKERS, AND FLIGHT OF THE PHEONIX" THE BOARD READ PROUDLY. FOUR MOVIES. NICE. WE PLANNED ON HEADING BACK THERE AFTER WE HIT OUR MOTEL ROOM FOR A QUICK WASH AND CHANGE. WITH A DRIVE AROUND THE CORNER, A TWIST OF A MOTEL ROOM KEY, A ZIP ZIP ZIP OF THE SUITCASE, AND ANOTHER QUICK DRIVE AROUND THE CORNER, I FOUND MYSELF WALKING AROUND THE MILL PLAZA TRYING TO PASS THE TIME . THERE I STOOD FACING A DISCOUNT SHELF IN BOOK FILLED STORE. A BOOK STORE SOME MIGHT SAY. A BOOKROOM MORE LIKE IT. I SAW A FEW BOOKS THAT I HAD ALREADY READ, AS WELL AS THE BOOKS I THOUGHT OF NEVER READING DUE TO THE MANY PAGES THE BINDING HELD. TWO IN PARTICULAR CAUGHT MY EYE. "A SECRET HISTORY" AND "IN THE MIDNIGHT HOUR." THE SECOND, "IN THE MIDNIGHT HOUR" SEEMED TO ME A FANTASTIC BOOK ABOUT THE DISSAPEARENCE OF A FOUR YEAR OLD BOY. I LOVE MYSTERIES PERSONALLY, VERY INTRIGUING, THOUGHT PROVOKING. THE FIRST BOOK, "A SECRET HISTORY" HAS A LOT TO DO WITH ANCIENT GREECE, OR SO I ASSUME CONSIDERING THE BACK OF THE BOOK MENTIONS A YOUNG MAN STUDYING THE TIME PERIOD OF THE ANCIENT GREEKS. I LOVE HISTORY AS WELL. SO, I HAVE MY READING CUT OUT FOR ME. I'M STILL READING STIFFED AND AM AT THE END OF PAGE 17 OF SIXHUNDRED SEVENTY EIGHT. LOVELY! SUDDENLY I GLANCED AT THE CLOCK AND REALIZED I HAD WORN OUT MY STAY, AND I NEEDED TO BE DOWN THE STREET IN LESS THAN 10 MINUTES TO CATCH THE MOVIE. I QUICKLEY PAID AND BID GOODBYE TO THE CASHIER SAYING ITS ALRIGHT I COULDN'T USE MY VISA, (THOUGH I WAS MAJORLY DISSAPOINTED TO FIND I HAD TO PAY WITH THE CASH THAT I WAS PRETENDING TO NOT HAVE, THE CASH THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE IN THE BANK SO IT WOULD BE EASYER TO RESIST SPENDING IT) AND THAT I HOPE THEY GET THE VISA MACHINE WORKING SOON (AS IF I WAS GOING TO RETURN TO THEIR BOOK STORE AGAIN TO PURCHASE ANOTHER BOOK, WHICH MAY HAPPEN, MAY NOT HAPPEN). I TURNED MY HEAD TO THE RIGHT, THE DIRECTION IN WHICH I WOULD NEED TO RUN TO BUY MY TICKETS IN TIME FOR THE SHOWING OF LEMONY SNICKET (THOUGH I WANTED TO SEE ALL THE OTHER MOVIES BUT THIS ONE) TO SEE A LONG WINDING LINE OUT THE DOOR INTO THE BRISK COLD OF THE PARKING LOT. SIGHING, I RUSHED THE REST OF MY FAMILY OUT OF THE STORE AND INTO THE LINE. IT (MUCH TO MY SUPRISMENT) WENT FAST AND BEFORE I KNEW IT I WAS STANDING INFRONT OF THE TICKET WINDOW. WHILE DAN BOUGHT THE TICKETS (WHICH TOOK ABOUT 2 SECONDS BECAUSE TTHE GUY LIKED TO RUSH PEOPLE ALONG (PROBABLY CUZ HE DIDNT PLAN ON BEING SUED ANYTIME SOON BY THE PEOPLE STANDING OUTSIDE SLOWLY GETTING FROSTBITE, A DANGER TO THEIR HEALTH)). WE HANDED OUR TICKETS TO GUY AT THE DOOR, AND ENTERED THE THEATRE. WE WALKED THROUGH THE POPCORN BUYING STATION TO SEE THAT OUR SCREEN WAS JUST AROUND THE CORNER. WE TOOK OUR SEATS JUST IN TIME TO WATCH TWO PREVIEWS, AND THEN THE MOVIE BEGAN. BLAH BLAH BLAH, WATCHED THE MOVIE, LAUGHED A LITTLE. THEN IT ENDED AND WE RUSHED OUT TO OUR CAR, DOWN THE ROAD, AND INTO OUR COZY STUDIO STYLE ENGLISH FLAT LOOKING MOTEL ROOM. CHANGED. WASHED. SLEPT. WELL, EVERYONE BUT ME SLEPT SOUNDLESSLY, PEACFULLY, I SLEPT, AWOKE, SHIFTED MY POSITION, SLEPT, AWOKE SHIFTED MY POSITION, SLEPT, AWOKE, REALIZED IT WASN'T WORTH IT, (TRYING TO SLEEP WASN'T WORTH THE SATISFACTION BECAUSE I'D JUST WAKE UP IN PAIN THE NEXT MORNING) TOOK A FEW STEPS, OPENED THE FRIDGE, DRANK SOME JUICE, WENT BACK TO BED, SHIFTED MY POSITION, SLEPT, AWOKE, SHIFTED MY POSITION, SLEPT, AWOKE, GAVE IN AND TURNED ON THE TELEVISION TO SEE THAT IT WAS 8 IN THE MORNING, ATE SOME BREAKFAST, AND THE NEXT DAY BEGAN.
TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT, AND WITNESS ME CONTINUE MY JOURNEY THROUGH THE WEEK, READ THE ABOVE ENTRY.
AS I MENTIONED IN MY PREVIOUS ENTRY, IT BEGAN ON TUESDAY. IT WAS A CHILLY LATE NIGHT TO BE TRAVELING THE LONG ROAD TO COW HAMPSHIRE, BUT WE STUCK IT OUT.
TUESDAY> THE DAY OF DEPARTURE
SO, IT WAS ONLY THE SECOND DAY WE HAD OFF FROM SCHOOL VACATION AND ALREADY IM LEAVING TO GO ON A TRIP. NO RELAXING VACA FOR ME. TRY A MORE STRESSFULL VACA, WITH LOTS OF ACTION. IT WAS A REGULAR FUN FILLED DAY WHEN I HUNG OUT WITH BRET. WE STAYED AT HIS HOUSE, ATE SOME MAC N CHEESE (MY FAVORITE) AND WATCHED A BIT OF FINDING NEMO WHILE WE CONSUMED MY FAVORITE MEAL. IT WAS FUN. I LOVE DOING BASICALLY NOTHING, A STRESS FREE DAY, THAT IS, UNTIL MY MOTHER SHOWED UP TO GET ME. I RODE THE LONG RIDE HOME SITTING IN THE PASSENGER SEAT LISTENING TO MY MOTHER CANCEL ALL HER PLANS FOR THE REST OF THE WEEK, FOR, WE WERE GOING ON A TRIP. WHAT KIND OF A TRIP MIGHT YOU ASK? A SKIING, STAYINGINAMOTEL, COLDJACUZZI, WEARWINTERJACKETS TRIP. I WAS AS EXCITED AS MOUSE CAUGHT IN A RAT TRAP. WHICH BY THE WAY, IS NOT A VERY EXCITING EMOTION, IS MORE A FEELING OF REGRET, THE RAT THINKS "WHY DID I HAVE TO TRY AND GET THE CHEESE" I ON THE OTHER HAND THINK "WHY DID I HAVE TO HAVE VACA THE SAME WEEK EVERYONE PLANNED A SKI TRIP." MORE ON THE TOPIC, I GOT HOME, RUSHED AROUND PACKING MY CLOTHES, CD PLAYER, MAKEUP, PHONE, WALLET, ACCESORY, TOILETRIES, AND ALL THAT JAZZ. I WA SOTLD I HAD A LITTLE LESS TAN AN HOUR TO ACCOMPLISH ALL THIS. BOY WAS THAT WRONG. I FINISHED WITHT IME TO SPARE. IT WAS APPROXIMATLEY 4:30 WHEN I WENT TO TELL MY MOTHER THAT I WAS READY TO RUN OUT THE DOOR AT ANY MINUTE. WE DIDN'T END UP LEAVIG UNTILL 7ISH. JOY. THE 2 1/2 HOUR CAR RIDE (WHICH REALLY WASN'T THAT LONG) CONSISTED OF ERICA AND I (SITTING ON THE EDGES OF THE BACK SEAT) LISTENING NO STOP TO OUR ROCK FILLED HEAD PHONES, AND DEMITRA (SITTING SQUISHED IN BETWEEN US AND OUR CD PLAYERS) WATCHING THE MOVIE "SIX DAYS SEVEN NIGHTS" FOR THE UMTEENTH TIME. YOU SEE, IT IS A TRADITION IN THIS FAMILY TO WATCH THIS HUMOR FILLED CORNY MOVIE EVERY TIME WE GO ON A TRIP. AND NOW WAS NOT THE TIME TO BREAK TRADITIONS. WE ARRIVED AT THE PARKER MOTEL IN LINCOLN, NH AT ABOUT 9:30 WHERE WE CHECKED IN, UNLOADED OUR THINGS IN THE STUDIO STYLE ENGISH FLAT RESEMBLING MOTEL ROOM. ROOM NUMBER 215. ERICA AND DEMITRA CLAIMED THE SECOND BEDROOM FASTER THAN I COULD FIN THE LIGHT SWITCHES AND MY PARENTS HAD ALREADY (OF COURSE) CLAMIED THE SUITE. I WAS LEFT WITH THE COUCH. SUCH A LOVELY THING TO SIT ON IN THE DAY TIME. SUCH A HELL LIKE THING TO SLEEP ON IN THE NIGHT TIME. SINCE OUR STUDIO STYLE ENGLISH FLAT RESEMBLING MOTEL ROOM HAD A KITCHEN, MY MOM WAS ABLE TO MAKE A SCRUMPTIOUS DINNER FOR THE FAMILY. SO WE ATE. WE ATE AT A QUAINT LITTLE DINING ROOM TABLE (THE PERFECT SIZE SUPRISINGLY) THAT WAS SITUATED IN THE KITCHEN/DINING ROOM/MY BEDROOM AREA. I MADE SURE TO CLARIFY THE FACT THAT I DID NOT WANT THERE TO BE STEAK SAUCE ON MY BEDROOM FLOOR, SO WE HAD SOME EXTRA NAPKINS ON THE TABLE IN CASE OF AN EMERGENCY. ONCE DINNER WAS FINISHED, HALF THE FAMILY (ERICA, DEMITRA AND I) PILED ONTO MY "BED" AND WATCHED THE TELLY. WE PROBABLY WATCHED SOMETHING POINTLESS BECAUSE I DON'T REMEMBER SITTIG ON MY BED STAIRING AT THE BLACK BOX FOR LONG. WE HEARD THERE WAS A JACUZZI AT THE STUDIO STYLE ENGLISH FLAT RESEMBING MOTEL ROOM MOTEL, WE DECIDED TO CHECK IT OUT. ARMED WITH OUR TOWELS WE MADE OUR WAY TO THE "SPA." WHAT AN INTERESTING "SPA." IN THIS "SPA" WAS A SAUNA THE SIZE OF A CLOSET, LITERALLY, ONLY LARGE ENOUGH TO FIT A COUPLE OF BUCKETS AND BROOMS, AND A 93 DEGREES HOT JACUZZI. NOT MY IDEA OF A "SPA." THAT IS, YOU SEE, WHY I'M USING THE QUOTATION MARKS. AFTER OUR DISSAPOINTMENT WE ALL RETREATED BACK TO THE STUDIO STYLE ENGLISH FLAT RESEMBLING MOTEL ROOM. AND CHANGED INTO OUR PIJAMAS. WHILE ERICA AND DEMITRA SLEPT SOUNDLESSLY IN THIER (LITERALLY A) BEDROOM, I LIED IN MY (LITERALLY A) COUCHROOM AND LISTENED TO DAN THROW INSULTS AT THE MICROWAVE. WHO NEEDS TO USE A MICROWAVE AT 11:30 AT NIGHT ANYWAY? HONESTLY PEOPLE, LETS NOT PROVE OURSELVES INSANE. SO, WHILE HE DID THAT AND PRESSED EVERY SINGLE BUTTON IN THE STUPID WHITE BOX I LISTENED TO THE TUNE OF THE "BEEPING" NOISES IT SHOUTED BACK AT HIM. FOR ABOUT 20 MINUTES I TRIED TO TUNE BACK INTO MY LYNYRD SKYNYRD CD AND LET "GIMMIE THREE STEPS" SOOTH MY MOTIVES TO THROW THE APPLIANCE OUT OUR WINDOW. AS HARD AS I TRIED TO FOCUS IN ON THE LYRICS TO ONE OF MY FAVORITE SONGS, THE BEEPING NOISE CONTINUED TO PENETRATE THROUGH MY MISSION. AS I FINALLY LOST MY TEMPER, I TURNED MY HEAD TO FIND DAN NO LONGER SITTING ON THE FLOOR BUT IN HIS ROOM WATCHING TELEVISION WITH THE DOOR CLOSED. BEWILDERD, I BLAME THE STILL SILENCE PIERCING BEEPS ON MY INSANITY. I CLOSED MY EYES, RETURNED TO END OF THE SONG GUITAR SOLO, AND DRIFTED OFF TO SLEEP HOPING THAT THE NEXT DAY WOULD BE BETTER.
WEDNESDAY> DAY 2. ENOUGH SAID.
WEDNESDAY AND THURSDAY WERE PRETTY MUCH A BLUR, I DO REMEMBER HOWEVER THAT ON BOTH DAYS I AWOKE FEELING A SMALL ACHE IN MY UPPER LEFT ARM, DUE MY SLEEPING POSITION THE NIGHT BEFORE. SUCH SACRAFICE WAS I SUBMITTING TO LET ERICA AND DEMITRA SLEEP ON A BED. I SACRAFICED A GOOD NIGHTS SLEEP, AND SUBMITTED MYSELF TO THE EARLY MORNING PAIN, THE RESULT. I WAS SUPRISED WHEN WE ARRIVED AT LOON MOUNTIAN AND FOUND MYSELF ON A SKI RUN THAT I HADN'T LOST MY TOUCH. I GUESS TRACK HAD PREPARED ME AND CONDITIONED MY LEGS TO BE ABLE TO SKI AND TURN AND STOP AND SPEED AND GO AND SUCH THINGS, THANK GOODNESS. I KNEW IT WAS NO FUN TO BE HIT WITH PAIN AFTER A LONGS DAYS WORK, I KNEW BECAUSE THATS WHAT HAPPENED WHEN I BEGAN RUNNING TRACK. BUT NOW, WEEKS AFTER THE STARTING POINT OF MY RUNNING SPORT, I FOUND MYSELF FULLY PREPARED ANDREADY TO FLY DOWN THE MOUNTIAN WITH EASE. AT ABOUT 2:30 THE DREW STARTED GETTING RESTLESS, AFTER ALL, DOING THE SAME THING FOR A LONG PERIOD OF TIME DOES GET QUITE BORING. SO WE TOOK A BREAK, ATE SOME OF THE DELICIOUS (YES, I DID SAY DELICIOUS) LODGE'S LUNCH. THERE ARE TWO LODGES YOU SEE, WE WERE AT THE ONE THAT HELD THE INFAMOUS GONDOLA. THE REASON TO GO TO LOON MOUNTAIN. INTERESTING THAT THE ENTIRE TIME WE WERE THERE, NOT ONCE DID WE RIDE THE GONDOLA UP TO THE TOP. AFTER SKIING WE DROVE BY THE LOCAL MOVIE THEATRE, GOD KNOWS WHAT ITS NAME WAS. BUT THIS THEATRE SAT IN THE MIDDLE OF TOWN NEAR THE MILL. THE OLD OLD OLD VERY OLD MILL WAS REALLY, NO LONGER A MILL AT ALL, BUT A HAUNTED LOOKING, FALLING DOWN, BULDING. "OCEANS 12, LEMONY SNICKET, MEET THE FOCKERS, AND FLIGHT OF THE PHEONIX" THE BOARD READ PROUDLY. FOUR MOVIES. NICE. WE PLANNED ON HEADING BACK THERE AFTER WE HIT OUR MOTEL ROOM FOR A QUICK WASH AND CHANGE. WITH A DRIVE AROUND THE CORNER, A TWIST OF A MOTEL ROOM KEY, A ZIP ZIP ZIP OF THE SUITCASE, AND ANOTHER QUICK DRIVE AROUND THE CORNER, I FOUND MYSELF WALKING AROUND THE MILL PLAZA TRYING TO PASS THE TIME . THERE I STOOD FACING A DISCOUNT SHELF IN BOOK FILLED STORE. A BOOK STORE SOME MIGHT SAY. A BOOKROOM MORE LIKE IT. I SAW A FEW BOOKS THAT I HAD ALREADY READ, AS WELL AS THE BOOKS I THOUGHT OF NEVER READING DUE TO THE MANY PAGES THE BINDING HELD. TWO IN PARTICULAR CAUGHT MY EYE. "A SECRET HISTORY" AND "IN THE MIDNIGHT HOUR." THE SECOND, "IN THE MIDNIGHT HOUR" SEEMED TO ME A FANTASTIC BOOK ABOUT THE DISSAPEARENCE OF A FOUR YEAR OLD BOY. I LOVE MYSTERIES PERSONALLY, VERY INTRIGUING, THOUGHT PROVOKING. THE FIRST BOOK, "A SECRET HISTORY" HAS A LOT TO DO WITH ANCIENT GREECE, OR SO I ASSUME CONSIDERING THE BACK OF THE BOOK MENTIONS A YOUNG MAN STUDYING THE TIME PERIOD OF THE ANCIENT GREEKS. I LOVE HISTORY AS WELL. SO, I HAVE MY READING CUT OUT FOR ME. I'M STILL READING STIFFED AND AM AT THE END OF PAGE 17 OF SIXHUNDRED SEVENTY EIGHT. LOVELY! SUDDENLY I GLANCED AT THE CLOCK AND REALIZED I HAD WORN OUT MY STAY, AND I NEEDED TO BE DOWN THE STREET IN LESS THAN 10 MINUTES TO CATCH THE MOVIE. I QUICKLEY PAID AND BID GOODBYE TO THE CASHIER SAYING ITS ALRIGHT I COULDN'T USE MY VISA, (THOUGH I WAS MAJORLY DISSAPOINTED TO FIND I HAD TO PAY WITH THE CASH THAT I WAS PRETENDING TO NOT HAVE, THE CASH THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE IN THE BANK SO IT WOULD BE EASYER TO RESIST SPENDING IT) AND THAT I HOPE THEY GET THE VISA MACHINE WORKING SOON (AS IF I WAS GOING TO RETURN TO THEIR BOOK STORE AGAIN TO PURCHASE ANOTHER BOOK, WHICH MAY HAPPEN, MAY NOT HAPPEN). I TURNED MY HEAD TO THE RIGHT, THE DIRECTION IN WHICH I WOULD NEED TO RUN TO BUY MY TICKETS IN TIME FOR THE SHOWING OF LEMONY SNICKET (THOUGH I WANTED TO SEE ALL THE OTHER MOVIES BUT THIS ONE) TO SEE A LONG WINDING LINE OUT THE DOOR INTO THE BRISK COLD OF THE PARKING LOT. SIGHING, I RUSHED THE REST OF MY FAMILY OUT OF THE STORE AND INTO THE LINE. IT (MUCH TO MY SUPRISMENT) WENT FAST AND BEFORE I KNEW IT I WAS STANDING INFRONT OF THE TICKET WINDOW. WHILE DAN BOUGHT THE TICKETS (WHICH TOOK ABOUT 2 SECONDS BECAUSE TTHE GUY LIKED TO RUSH PEOPLE ALONG (PROBABLY CUZ HE DIDNT PLAN ON BEING SUED ANYTIME SOON BY THE PEOPLE STANDING OUTSIDE SLOWLY GETTING FROSTBITE, A DANGER TO THEIR HEALTH)). WE HANDED OUR TICKETS TO GUY AT THE DOOR, AND ENTERED THE THEATRE. WE WALKED THROUGH THE POPCORN BUYING STATION TO SEE THAT OUR SCREEN WAS JUST AROUND THE CORNER. WE TOOK OUR SEATS JUST IN TIME TO WATCH TWO PREVIEWS, AND THEN THE MOVIE BEGAN. BLAH BLAH BLAH, WATCHED THE MOVIE, LAUGHED A LITTLE. THEN IT ENDED AND WE RUSHED OUT TO OUR CAR, DOWN THE ROAD, AND INTO OUR COZY STUDIO STYLE ENGLISH FLAT LOOKING MOTEL ROOM. CHANGED. WASHED. SLEPT. WELL, EVERYONE BUT ME SLEPT SOUNDLESSLY, PEACFULLY, I SLEPT, AWOKE, SHIFTED MY POSITION, SLEPT, AWOKE SHIFTED MY POSITION, SLEPT, AWOKE, REALIZED IT WASN'T WORTH IT, (TRYING TO SLEEP WASN'T WORTH THE SATISFACTION BECAUSE I'D JUST WAKE UP IN PAIN THE NEXT MORNING) TOOK A FEW STEPS, OPENED THE FRIDGE, DRANK SOME JUICE, WENT BACK TO BED, SHIFTED MY POSITION, SLEPT, AWOKE, SHIFTED MY POSITION, SLEPT, AWOKE, GAVE IN AND TURNED ON THE TELEVISION TO SEE THAT IT WAS 8 IN THE MORNING, ATE SOME BREAKFAST, AND THE NEXT DAY BEGAN.
TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT, AND WITNESS ME CONTINUE MY JOURNEY THROUGH THE WEEK, READ THE ABOVE ENTRY.
// posted by RACH @ 3:39 PM 
