Magic

What a weekend.

Fabulous skiing on powder snow with blue skies on Friday and Saturday. Today was a bit windy and cloudy but still pretty good. I didn't suck as much as I thought I would... and the free lessons were a bonus I didn't expect. I can even parallel like a pro now! And although I have two massive black bruises on my leg, I can still walk. Unlike one of our group who tore a ligament in her knee Saturday morning on the first run of the day. She was well annoyed.

But f*** me its expensive to ski in this country. $250 for a 3 day lift pass. $6 for a hot chocolate. $14 for a beer and a glass of (house) red. $60 for a one-course/one glass of wine dinner on Friday night. I'll be paying it off for a year.

My beloved Hawks did me proud today and beat the Bombers. Sorry mum. Although boys... why did you have to play well on an afternoon when I was (a) driving back from the snow; and (b) in a car with a bunch of girls who preferred to listen to CDs rather than find a station broadcasting the game? Should have taken my discman (yes - I'm old school - but not by choice. I'd love an ipod).

But the Hawks won and that's what's important. And thank you Carlton for smashing the Pies. We're now only 3rd bottom.

Magic.