Contradictio in Terminis

Writing this entry in the car as we begin the drive back to Toronto. Hard to believe it's New Year's Eve day already.

The skiing yesterday was fantastic. We got out there early enough that the lifts weren't even going yet, so we were one of the first groups up the hill, and we got first tracks down Tranquility. The first couple of runs were just amazing, with the snow freshly groomed (say it with me, guys: CARVING, UNF UNF UNF) and the sun out. Hell, even Mogul Alley was approaching skiable, which happens exactly never. Whoo, and bombing down that last steep pitch on L-Hill, not even turning the whole way down, feeling that floating feeling in your stomach as you hit the last ridge that makes your skis literally leave the ground and all you can do is pray you'll make it as you go into a tuck and swing around the turn in the trail... yeah, that's what I love.

Later on, the light got a bit flat and the snow started to pile up as it got warmer out. Not my favourite conditions, but I'd rather ski in piled-up snow than on ice, cause ice + Sarah trying to turn = fail so hard. David, Dad and Grandpa went in. Mom and I skied a few more runs and then joined them.

After lunch, I pretended to work on my exchange application (read: wrote maybe three words, %UH), and then Mom, Dad and I went to - wait for it - the gym. Again. We lead such predictable lives in my family, IDEGI. The studio was open! So I just stayed there for two and a half hours, it was amazing.

Dinner was at a place called The Pottery. We've been there once before, I think, when I was really young. It was nice: the food was good (but OMFG there was so much!), and everyone had a good time. Alas, there were no more tales of tree-stealing, but there was Grate Hilaritye when Grandma called Mom a cow... or something.

Full to bursting, we went back to the lodge and instead of doing anything productive, I went and watched some awesomely trashy tv. (Trashy tv is also a staple of Collingwood for me, because we don't have tv at home, so this is the time I get to experience "pop culture".) After being scarred for a good while by Jersey Shore (does Evan get his inspiration from that show? They are all orange!), I settled on watching a Mythbusters marathon with David. OMG the hilarity! I love that show. Great lulz were had by all.

This morning, we packed and checked out. I HAZ A SAD because I cannot find my tam anywhere. D; But hopefully it's just been misplaced somewhere else in our luggage. Grandpa also demonstrated his astounding ability to lose his credit card inside his coat wtf. We are a talented family, I say!

So that was Collingwood for another year. Grandma and Grandpa have apparently ben going there since 1980. I was like o.0 when I heard that. Wow.

Going back to Toronto is my least favourite part of this. It's my first New Year's Eve as a legal adult, and I have no plans so far. I'd really like to go out with people, but I don't think we're all organized enough to do something. Failing that, BFQOTY 2010 is out (I think), and part of me desperately wants to watch that with Michelle... but I don't know if I'm allowed to do that anymore. I might say something inappropriate. Or she might not want to. Or she might have plans. Or any of a thousand other things that all result in it being a bad idea. I guess we'll see.

Anyway. I am terribly excited to get home and clean out my inbox, and post the rest of these entries. Hello, LJ, let's hang out, k? (This is me trying to be optimistic about the fact that returning to Toronto is inevitable. Is it working yet?)

TL;DR: Collingwood (well, most of it) has been wonderful, and I'm so, so happy we got to go this year, because I love spending time with my family up there.

12/31/10 11:24am

A new day has come and with it, rumours of "the Norwalk virus did it!". Well, that's the hot theory right now as to why my mom, dad and brother all spent last night being ill and are still recovering today. It's mom's birthday today, by the way, how shitty is that?

But despite this, Dad, Grandpa and I still hit the slopes this morning. Skiing is always awesome, but perfection - whether weather-wise or in regards to conditions - is rare. But today - no words I have, no pictures, not even video could fully capture how amazing it is to ski under clear blue skies, with the sun gilding the bare trees in burnished copper and gold and the moon still hanging half full above the mountains. We were just in time to get some runs in when the corduroy was still fresh and ran like crushed velvet under our skis.

We went in early, and then Grandpa and I went on an epic quest for groceries/bras/internet/drugs/screwdrivers, all of which we were successful in finding. Did not go to the gym today (sadface, I miss the studio already), but hopefully tomorrow (Dad does not like me absconding with the car, and I do not like me parking by myself). Slash, I'm already all kinds of sore from yesterday, so silver linings, etc.

Right now, we're all gathered in Grandma and Grandpa's room watching - brace yourselves - the Weather Network. One more Collingwood tradition, my ridiculous craving for trashy tv, and Grandpa's near-addiction to the 7-day forecast. I should probably start working on my exchange application, but, aha, pull the other one, it's got bells on. I will probably just end up drinking more tea and reading one of Grandma's murder mystery novels.

It's two in the fucking morning on December 28th. I'm typing this with the last dregs of battery power on my laptop, sitting on the couch. I'm glad the first post was a happy one, because this one sure ain't. Thank God for Chloe. "When it rains..." indeed.

Right, so. Status update: it's two in the morning of what is technically mom's birthday. None of us can sleep because of the club music blaring from Rusty's across the way (seriously, Taio Cruz, you're dynamite, I FUCKING GET IT ALREADY JFC STFU AAAHHHHHH). David is sick, Mom has just finished being violently ill in the bathroom... WHAT IS IT WITH MY FAMILY, I DO NOT UNDERSTAND. Especially Mom, like, holy shit. Cancer, then a broken wrist, then David's idiocy, now either food poisoning or the flu/some other intestinal malfunction... on her birthday, no less. GDI life, get it together already.

I asked, and there's nothing I can do right now (hence this post). Dad has apparently slept through all of this (like, the only one of us sleeping at all atm). I have decided I will cope with this situation by just not sleeping at all. Hell, I'm supposed to be getting up in five hours anyway. :/

(Also, I am absolutely no good with sick people. I really, really don't like them. Yes, this from the girl who thinks she may want to write the MCATS. But it's like... "ew, you're contagious, GO AWAY." MY OBSESSION WITH CLEANLINESS, LET ME SHOW YOU IT.) I wish there was internet here so I could post this and feel like someone's listening, but the closest Starbucks has been conscripted by IntraWest and therefore wants customers to pay $8.95 for internet, the bastards.

The one upshot to this post: the gym has a studio. It's fucking awesome, though I can't get the sound system to work. But. Studio. Yes.

...Oh, gotta go. That sounds like someone else having intimate relations with the toilet bowl. BRB.

K, back. Cursing the fact I have no anti-nausea meds with me. An ambulance just pulled up to cart someone away from Rusty's. MAYBE THEY WILL SHUT UP NOW. Oh, wait, that would be convenient. NEVER MIND.

I'm not getting up for four and a half more hours. Suspect this will end up being a really, really long post. #OH WELL. (Somewhere, at least half of this is David's fault. Call me judgmental, but it fucking is.) The club has decided to turn their music up. The couch is vibrating. If I ever become a homicidal psychopath, this night is why.

Hmm, I think we're on to dry heaves now. This is fun. NOT. Arrgh I hate a) the sound of people puking b) the fact that there are no 24-hr drug stores in the vicinity. Fuuuuuuuuuuck. A lack of stairs is not worth this.