I've always wanted to be in a band. More specifically, I've always wanted to be a drummer in a band. Unfortunately, other than a few weeks of horrible lessons I took from a friend in high school, I've never done anything to further this dream. While I don't anticipate this changing any time soon, I did have fun pretending to be in a band a few weeks ago.
Matt and I made plans with some friends to go skiing at Beaver Creek. Matt and Dave have connections (we're so cool) to someone who owns a bar up in Avon. Through our cool connections, we got a discounted rate at a hotel. Hooray for back-to-back ski days!
What I didn't realize was that the cheap rate was meant for the bands that play at the bar. Can you see where this is going yet? In order to check in to our room, we had to pose as the Pillow Fighters*. I was the drummer, of course.
*Name changed to protect innocent ears... or eyes, as the case may be.
In reality, it wasn't that big of a deal. Dave was a little embarrassed as he had to spell our band name (which was chosen by our connections - I'm sure they thought it was hilarious) to the desk clerk who couldn't find the reservation. And we heard that the real band was confused for us when they tried to check in. But we got a room, had good food and beer at the bar, and did lots of skiing. And the whole thing was pretty funny.
Anyway, Matt and I were excited to check out Beaver Creek for the first time, and it was nice to get away from the city for a couple days. Unfortunately, we hit quite a bit of snow and ski traffic on our way up, so we had to entertain ourselves on the long, four-hour drive.
Matt and I made plans with some friends to go skiing at Beaver Creek. Matt and Dave have connections (we're so cool) to someone who owns a bar up in Avon. Through our cool connections, we got a discounted rate at a hotel. Hooray for back-to-back ski days!
What I didn't realize was that the cheap rate was meant for the bands that play at the bar. Can you see where this is going yet? In order to check in to our room, we had to pose as the Pillow Fighters*. I was the drummer, of course.
*Name changed to protect innocent ears... or eyes, as the case may be.
In reality, it wasn't that big of a deal. Dave was a little embarrassed as he had to spell our band name (which was chosen by our connections - I'm sure they thought it was hilarious) to the desk clerk who couldn't find the reservation. And we heard that the real band was confused for us when they tried to check in. But we got a room, had good food and beer at the bar, and did lots of skiing. And the whole thing was pretty funny.
Anyway, Matt and I were excited to check out Beaver Creek for the first time, and it was nice to get away from the city for a couple days. Unfortunately, we hit quite a bit of snow and ski traffic on our way up, so we had to entertain ourselves on the long, four-hour drive.
Taking online surveys while we drive through the snow.
We finally made it to Beaver Creek and got right out on the mountain.
We finally made it to Beaver Creek and got right out on the mountain.
Yay skiing! Yay fires and comfy chairs!
We made it an early night (we certainly didn't act like the band) so that we could get back out early the next morning. While Saturday was snowy and cloudy, Sunday was beautifully bright and clear.
First run of the day.
Pretty.I've had some up and down ski days recently, but I'm proud to say that I was mostly up on this trip. Maybe it was Matt's offer to take me out for ice cream every time I fell (the final total was 7). It made me a little less angry when I crashed, and in the end I felt like I was making progress.
Good times.
It was a cool trip. And it's possible that it refueled my desire to learn to play the drums. Maybe I have a new summer project...
1 comment:
Good to hear you are still having fun! Go easy on yourself, you certainly are a trooper. I'm sure that is one of the things that makes my son LOVE you! Good luck with the catering / wedding!! Can't wait to see that blog!
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