Every January some of my girlfriends and I attend the Freestyle World Cup in Park City. This year we attended the moguls competition.
It's always exciting to watch these insane athletes who speed down the hill, giving their knees more of a workout in thirty seconds or less than I give my knees in a year's time.
This year will be even more memorable than others no thanks to a gentleman who was near us in the crowd. If you know me, you know I hate potty humor, but i just have to share this one. The teacher alluded to the product of a Sunday dinner or to the smell of quail. The volleyball coach to when the teacher's dog cuts the cheese. Do you understand what I am saying here? Someone was breaking wind, passing gas - he was farting. And it was horrible. We've never smelt something this bad. And we couldn't get away. There were so many people, we couldn't move to a new spot. And it just kept happening. MISERABLE!!! Oh, why weren't some people taught manners??? We were trying to figure out where it was coming from, so we tried to see who smelt it first to see the direction it traveled in. Anything we could to find out where it was coming from so that we could move away to the right place.
Anyway, we finally did get away, enjoyed the rest of the event and then went to dinner at our usual Baja Cantina, yummy as ever.
Here we are:The player, New Year's gal, the teacher, my neighbor (back row)
Volleyball coach and myself (front row)
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we're thinking of moving there! it's easier to kind of "get into" a community when you have connections, and we have none, so that's why we asked. We just contacted a company that lists dental practices for sale in that area, so we'll be kind of working with them to find something. That's funny that you'll be there until the 10th-the girls and I fly into LAX on the 9th (we'll stay with my sis in san clemente) then Dave gets in on the 11th and we're going to drive up there and check it out. We'll just be missing each other!
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