This is not to get confused with hot yoga, but along the same principles.
Since I had yet to go snowboarding this season, I was bound and determined to go this past weekend. It didn’t matter that the forecast was calling for 60+ degree temperatures and everybody was telling me what awful conditions I was getting ready to ride through. Either way, I went. I just had to go snowboarding!
But before we got up the mountain we had to make a pit-stop in Wilkesboro to pick up another member of our group. Sure, I know Wilkesboro… it’s that strip in between Winston and Boone where the Chick-Fil-A is. Yes, it is that, but it is a lot more than that. Not only does Wilkesboro have a Chick-Fil-A, but they also have a Ted’s Famous Kickin’ Chicken. You read that right. Apparently it is a franchise, a fine establishment I was told multiple times, and I shouldn’t harp on it too much, but I can’t help it. Lindsey and I pulled into a parking lot that was 100% mud, filled with trucks, Jeeps and the like. The so called “famous” chicken joint was in an old house, and I just was not prepared for what was inside. I just wasn’t. Oh my, the mullets. Oh my, the amount of people that actually enjoy Miller Light. Oh my, the limited edition racing poster of a nobody’s racers wiener hanging out. (I am being 100% honest. There is this old Winston Cup poster of all the drivers standing together and one of their wieners is hanging out.) Reminder: it is a fine establishment. Who knew you could go through culture shock in your own state? Needless to say, I did not eat at Ted’s Famous Kickin’ Chicken, even though I was offered hand plucked meat off the bone chicken. I don’t think I had ever missed DC more than in that moment.
After we picked up the third party, we were off to the mountains! Or so I thought. We then had to stop at Ruby Tuesday’s to say hello to more people, make a Wal-Mart run and get me some food I felt like my stomach would be able to ingest. By the grace of God we finally made it to the cabin and away from the mullets where I was able to go to bed and dream of tomorrow.
I made it to the slopes around 11am, grabbed my pass and headed to the lift. Even though it was warm, it was a beautiful day and it looked as if the snow was going to hold up. After the first couple of runs people were shedding their gear. I mean riding down the mountain in t-shirts, more experienced riders in shorts, no gloves, no hats… it was HOT and WET! The only reason I kept my coat on down the mountain was because if I fell I would get back up and be soaked to the bone. The wind the lift provided was a slice of heaven where riders would have their coats off in hopes to cool down before we got to the top. Even though it was a super warm day, the snow held up and we made a ton of runs and had a great time. I took one really solid tumble towards the end of the day where I caught an edge and flew face first down the mountain and did some flips. Hooray for wrecks!
My favorite parts of the day were when I got snow in my pants and I would shout down the mountain “I HAVE SNOW IN MY DRAWERS!” and proceed to dance down the mountain strapped to my board. It was funny and provided the comic relief needed while we were sweating to death.
After a full day on the slopes, I took Connie (my board) to Edge to get waxed and shaped up for the next time I came up. She looks so pretty now!
And can we just collectively sigh as we say “poor Edith!” Geez, she needs a break. Sir Antony (Anthony? I can never understand them) should not have left her on the alter, but I totally called it. Nothing goes Edith’s way. If you haven’t watched Downton Abbey yet, you should have. My favorite part of watching it last night was my mom… she just could not believe that PBS puts on a show that has gained so much media attention and become a TV phenomenon. Oh, Cousin Matthew… And I think that new ginger servant is the cutest thing ever! And can Ms. Obrien just stop being so annoying? And how cute would it be if they put Mr. Carson and Ms. Hughes together! I love Downton.
It’s time for me to go. I accidentally picked the table at Panera beside two Forsyth Country Day grads, and I just like cannot like get enough of their like hot pink Hunter boots that their like freshman in college boyfriend like bought them.