Ok, so, my thoughts are still not organized enough on the Ski Sesh to make a blog that reads well, so I'm just going to start blurting shit out. I have a lot on my mind, ok?? I have a masquerade ball at the Detroit Institute of Art on Saturday and I just now selected a dress that is neither a ball gown nor has even a centimeter of room to spare. Then I just proceeded to eat a burrito and a piece of cherry pie for lunch. Shit is going to get so real so fast if my dress rips. Good thing I'll be wearing a mask.
I digress....
So, ski sesh starts with BMO making the list of a lifetime that has ALL of our meals and food on it. We girls gather early to Starbuck and Shop and gossip. We pack her Jeep so damn full, that my head is literally resting on a bag of tortilla chips. I'm planning to zone out and sleep anyway, so this fact does not bother me. I never do get to zone out or sleep, because in true fashion, we gab and laugh the entire trip up north.
Upon arrival, there's one car of people behind us and they help us unload and set up. It works out well and we are ready to receive everyone!! I decide it's important to make a drink. I literally still can't remember what we cooked for dinner night one. I know I helped make a Caesar salad... but lights went out pretty fast so I could save up for Friday and Saturday. Black out and then black out. That's my thing. Great night of boozing and fun and meeting anyone I didn't know. The last thing I remember is the hot tub being full of people and me yelling at them in jest. Not sure why I didn't get in, I must have been preoccupied.
Friday morning. The skiers get ready to shred and get out the door fairly early. The rest of us mill about after group breakfast and make mimosas. I decide this is when I shall hot tub. I get immediately drunk. I'm happy about it. We decide to go to Nub's to shop and eat at the pub and watch the shredders shred. I continue to drink booze in hot cider. I almost buy a hat with neon squirrels on it and a shirt for JD that reads #OutOfTheOffice. I don't buy either because I wander back to my drink and forget. Upon arrival back at the table, I learn that one of our skiers barfed off the chair lifts resulting in what our friends in the lift behind him called "Vomit Rain". I laugh uncontrollably. BMO decides that peeling out of the parking lot is the best way to let everyone know we've started partying/make me piss my pants. She slides around all the way back and I am clutching Nick's arm and hiding my eyes, praying I get another night of drinking before my imminent death at her hands (one way or another). We get back, take short naps and start prepping for dinner, which I remember this time, is grilled meets and they were the TITS. Some groups are playing cards, some are playing pool and watching the game downstairs, everyone is having a blasty blast. I decide it's time for hot tub again at this point. I have not stopped drinking. I have already emptied a bottle of Svedka and we've been there just over 24 hours. We pile in the hot tub where a spirited game of Truth Or Dare ensues resulting in me getting to see Rob very naked, me kissing Lindsey on the mouth, and Jules YOLOing another girl in the only bathroom in the house that locks. I would call this a raging success. There is also a video online of this blessed event where we bully a girl into claiming that "Sacajawea was a badass motherfucker and so liberated". Yes. That happened. But I only remember now because it's documented. After this, I'm very unsure what happens until it's time to go to bed and BMO and I laugh until my throat hurts. I eventually sleep. Around 2-3am.
Saturday morning is rough. People aren't moving as fast. Mimosas are going down slightly slower. The shredders aren't as excited to get to the slopes. I drink a mimosa right away to hold off the hangover I know is coming for me. We go into town exploring. I drink a glass of wine and eat some veggies to prepare for the heavy raging I plan to do later. Upon return, we immediately take naps while the skiers are still out and they wake us up as they arrive home. More drinks. So many more drinks. Moscow Mules. It's time for the sweater party. We are all drunk. There is so much booze flying everywhere I can almost not remember much of anything. BMO gets naked and takes her champagne bath. I stay in the room with her to make sure she doesn't accidentally drown. She shakes one bottle up and sprays it everywhere while screaming "DO WHAT I WANT". I fall down laughing. As soon as she gets a few Ambien in her and into bed for her night nap, (She awoke later for the rally of a lifetime) I go dominate flip cup. Like, I saved a struggling team. I wore a 3 wolves t shirt. I give out a lot of hugs. I ask Rob to get naked again, and he immediately complies. I tell him to strip down to only the wool socks and too-small ladies cardigan he's wearing and lift the kegs for a photo shoot. He happily agrees and there are at least 250 pictures of this on multiple phones complete with passers by. It is heavenly. Oh, I forgot, we had Mexican night and the meal was delish. So, then we just booze and booze and yell and sing and dance and love each other and the last thing I remember is being curled up, head on chest, in the club chair getting snuggled. I am told it's time to go to bed. I agree. But while he's changing into PJ's, I decide to have an in depth conversation about my Austrian little exchange sister with the German guy in our group. I'm doing a fantastic impression of her when my friend CB comes down stairs, starts rubbing her ass all over the German's crotch without saying a word and leads him away. It was beautiful. I then get an arm around me guiding me to bed as I have gained a second wind and he likes to squash those before they really get going. I am snuggled and smooched to sleep somewhere around 4:30am. (the next morning I try to say I was only up until midnight. Everyone just shakes their head at me and informs me otherwise)
The next morning is a nightmare. I forget to have any alcohol, so by the time my hangover sets in, it's too late. Many people are consoling me and attempting to help, but I just want to hurry out of there. About half way home, I try to sleep away the shakes and spins. It pretty much works. With the help of Pringles and Vernor's. Once home, I load my car up and wait for him to be done with his Super Bowl party. I think "man, we're both just too partied out and tired to have a sexy night, I'm probably going to fall asleep". I head to the house anyway because its the good girl thing to do. Upon arrival, it's 9:30, I've just eaten a turkey sandwich, I'm struggling to plug my phone charger in, he's laughing at me and I think I'm just done son. But then he kisses me. And oh man. Next thing I know, I'm bruised, we've showered twice, he's attempting to hug me to bring my heart rate down and calm my senses, we're cleaning up all the things we wrecked and putting the laundry on and it's 2am. We lie down and debrief as we watch the cinematic masterpiece Showgirls and I tickle his back. As I wake up 3 hours later to go to work, he does his best baby talk and snuggle smoke show to get me to call in sick, but too much of a good thing is too much of a good thing and I kiss his forehead and escape his clutches just in time. Because I was already thinking of excuses for my boss. whew.
All in all. A rager of a weekend. Honestly, one of the most fun times I can remember with an insanely fun, smart, social group of people. And it most definitely went out with a bang. My neck still hurts.
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