SomeGoSoftly is grieving, but hopes to return in a week.
SomeGoSoftly is grieving, but hopes to return in a week.
The typealyzer writing/personality analysis site tells me this about myself:
Good thing I totally manage no one…
It also alleges that I use some – a very small bit – of my brain here:
Did you think I was kidding? Oh, no friends. When you turn this unexciting of an age and have nothing going on, you need to make your own party. This is a marathon. So my birthday (which was Monday) started last Thursday. I went shopping. At the outlets. And bought stuff. Shoes, a coat, a Coach purse (which I realized I had no need for and returned) and earrings and a headband. Really thrilling stuff. But it was fun just to be out. TB, current love of my life, took me out for Chinese. This will be a tradition.
Friday I skied with MK. It was a blast. I think this was when I figured it out. We came home and got ready for dinner, which we had at the Deer Valley Seafood Buffet, courtesy of my loving mommy. Lest Buffet sound cheesy, make no mistake, I enjoyed more delicious five star cuisine than the previous “X” years of my life. And, dude, TB (reason for love-of-life status) picked out the most amazing present in the world for me, wait until you see it.
We last minute just had to run out for some drinks, TB (again, love of my life) calling out for shots. Yeehaw. We met some silly LA’ers and had a giant phony one-upping contest. Giggles and more shots. Celebrity hunting.
I had the funniest time the next morning – Saturday- feeling faintly hungover but somehow still on skis with TB. We were a sight. We also got to see (finally) someone famous here for Sundance. Kira fell right in front of me, and Kevin Bacon had to help her up. It kinda blew her cover. Sunday we skied with Bob. I had to show off. I totally came home and fell in to a coma. We went out for pizza (last junk food of the year…) at a new fantastic restaurant that we all loved. Thanks J!
Monday was this thing called my actual birthday. SKI BIRTHDAYS RULE! My legs were wiped out from the past two awesome days, but beer helped. TB and I were “first beer” at Empire Lodge. Quality. Then we went for round two at Silver Lake. By then, we were golden. I let go of trying to ‘do it right’ and just had fun. My mom AND DAD (MOSTLY DAD) sent me some beautiful flowers (MK got me some you can see in the background too):
MK took me out for drinks and made me a cake. We really had a great night. Yesterday was all about running errands and cleaning – KD And JC get here today! Let Week Two festivities begin!
Last week, I told you that I was kinda over skiing. I mean, we moved here to get better, and I was getting worse. Some afterthought went a long way, and holy crap, I skied something like 7 days in a row. Anyone would be tired. So I didn’t stink, I was worn out.
Then, come to find out (no surprise here) I was DOING it wrong. There’s this idea that you should be on the EDGE of your skis. To dig in to the snow. And lean forward. Not backward. That will kill you. So, this week, I kinda got it. I was on edge. I was leaning forward. I was making big, slow, wide turns. Cool.
BB and MK took me down a steep groomed black three times in a row- and I did it better than the blues and greens I suffered down with JM and WB. They might need to come back and see the new me. We went out for my birthday and did the run with TB, and I was much more worn out. So my thing to work on now is to ski well even when I’m sore – it actually takes less effort, but for some reason that isn’t getting to my brain. But the good news is I’m not going to pack up and run just yet. KD and JC get in tomorrow – I’ll let you know if they’re laughing at me or with me!
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If you didn’t know – you’re late…my birthday started Thursday.
Five Songs On Birthday ’09 Sing-at-the-top-of-your-lungs Soundtrack:
Bonus Track: Elephant Gun, Beirut. Post birthday doldrums.
We saw Robert Redford last night. And a lot of setting up.
Click to enlarge!
Worthwhile reading: Celebs with High Stakes this Sundance.
(aka – People we’ll be stalking for you.)
And one more – actually intelligent Sundance reporting.
(aka- if you’re interested or ended up here by accident and are looking for real info.)
I wanted to tell you about all the juicy excitement fueling the little town of Park City as the crazies of LA etc. head in to tear up Sundance. But living here feels different than when we visited here last year anxiously looking around the airport for celebrities.
This time around, who cares. The rented Escalades are in my way, on my birthday weekend. The people shopping at the outlets for sundresses make me laugh (albeit enviously…). So meh, Sundance. 600$ for tickets to movies I’m not sure I’ll like before I wait in line to get in, no thanks. And seriously – the main website, or any other digging I can do is not showing me anything about parties I can sneak in to. Come on. I learned from SXSW, I’ve got skill. Or not.
But instead of me complaining any more, I’ll let you read these survival tips – my fave: don’t come.
Birthdays, in my opinion, are usually as good as you make them. I’ve had some really amazing ones, from the giant party my roommate threw me (ages and dates withheld on that one) to the last minute giant dinner party some really great people showed up for in Austin a few years ago. It’s always fun to get to throw out a few demands – people get to humor you with all they might normally not do in an effort to please you. I love skipping presents in lieu of events.
MK is biting the bullet this year and taking me again out for a favorite pastime – sitting with friends drinking great wine, eating good overpriced food. He takes no joy in a long drawn out fancy pants sit down dinner. We were going to go for Chinese, last year I demanded that be an annual tradition. We changed our minds and decided to hit the amazing seafood restaurant at Deer Valley this weekend. I can’t wait. I’m not eating for a few days to prepare. After that I’ve got company coming in (three different trips) which include other birthday celebrations. It’s going to be good, I have no doubts.
Getting older certainly doesn’t always feel fun. Just try to make the most of it.
What was your best birthday ever?