St. Paddy's Day 2007
The combination of global warning and my Hawaii trip resulted in a later than usual start to the 2007 ski season for me. Nonetheless, I finally made it up to Lake Tahoe last night and caught up with some of my ski buddies from last year and met some of my new cabin mates for this year. Our house is just off Alpine Meadows Drive, about one mile from the Alpine Meadows parking lot. Even given that proximity, we all chose to drive the three miles over to Squaw Valley this morning, as Squaw is by far the group preference.
After taking the Funitel up the mountain, we headed immediately over to Granite Chief. The snow was a bit firm, but the areas getting sun softened-up quickly. After spending the morning on Granite Chief, we headed down to KT-22 and Red Dog before calling it a day. The skiing was indeed fun and my legs held up great, but it was the apres ski activities that would really test my endurance.
After a quick wardrobe change in the parking lot, we grabbed a table at the Blue Coyote Grill, right in the new Squaw Valley village. We had a view of the whole mountain, in fact I'd venture to guess we had the best table in the village.
Life is good.
We all feasted on burgers and beer, and after the sun went down we headed to the Auld Dubliner, the only Irish Pub in the village. Needless to say, the place had been busy all day. People in the bar were fucked-up already, and it wasn't even 7:00 p.m. yet.
But it was St. Patrick's Day.
As luck would have it, we got a table front and center in front of the band. Too bad the bands pretty much sucked all night. One of my new cabin mates, JK, and I ordered the first round from the bar. A few minutes later Matt came by with another round. Our table was full of beer, and we just got there.
Ana was all over it, as one would expect a 100% Irish girl to be on this, the holiest of Irish holidays.
Tracey, not much of a beer drinker, opted for a G&T.
We settled in and met all kinds of folks from all over.
As the night went on, the place became more and more sloppy.
Everyone was Irish, and kisses were free.
After taking the Funitel up the mountain, we headed immediately over to Granite Chief. The snow was a bit firm, but the areas getting sun softened-up quickly. After spending the morning on Granite Chief, we headed down to KT-22 and Red Dog before calling it a day. The skiing was indeed fun and my legs held up great, but it was the apres ski activities that would really test my endurance.
After a quick wardrobe change in the parking lot, we grabbed a table at the Blue Coyote Grill, right in the new Squaw Valley village. We had a view of the whole mountain, in fact I'd venture to guess we had the best table in the village.
Life is good.
We all feasted on burgers and beer, and after the sun went down we headed to the Auld Dubliner, the only Irish Pub in the village. Needless to say, the place had been busy all day. People in the bar were fucked-up already, and it wasn't even 7:00 p.m. yet.
But it was St. Patrick's Day.
As luck would have it, we got a table front and center in front of the band. Too bad the bands pretty much sucked all night. One of my new cabin mates, JK, and I ordered the first round from the bar. A few minutes later Matt came by with another round. Our table was full of beer, and we just got there.
Ana was all over it, as one would expect a 100% Irish girl to be on this, the holiest of Irish holidays.
Tracey, not much of a beer drinker, opted for a G&T.
We settled in and met all kinds of folks from all over.
As the night went on, the place became more and more sloppy.
Everyone was Irish, and kisses were free.
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