We bought awesome new snowboots. i could expound on their virtues for
hours. lucky for you, i only have 26minutes left on my e-mail time, so we
will pontificate later.
Why will my boots never look the same, you may ask. (you should be asking
this to yourself now)
Yesterday we went to the mens downhill combined event. bode miller got
screwed, but that is not the point of this story.
we rode the train to OULX for an hour. then we took a 45 minute shuttle
ride on the bus to get to Sestiere where it was being held. the bus let us
off right at the security checkpoint and right in front if the slalom hill.
( i think that is the one with the gates that they claim bode missed one
of). then we had a 1.5 km DOWNHILL hike through snow, slush, mud, and some
definite sludge. it was slow going. especially for 2 girls from nice
flat kansas. (i may be quoted in bode milers hometown newspaper the
littleton courier saying, “im from kanasas. it is flat there”)
anyways it was treacherous. some people had muddy backsides. i was not one
of them. i managed to keep the mud all over my once beatiful boots and the
hem of my pants only. i was super glad that i decided to wear my jeans one
more day instead of putting on my last pair of clean jeans. that would be
horrible had i gotten my last pair of clean jeans dirty with a week left to
go. for those of you that are counting, we wore a pair of jeans (not the
same pair) and then brought 2 clean pairs each along with a travel bottle
of febreze. (some one please pick my aunt bonnie up off the floor.) it
works quite well. my boots are now a muddy, muddy mess. that is
why i say they will never look the same.
quote of the day from one of the olympic volunteer workers telling people
which direction to go:
go slowly. we have medical services, but is much better to see the
event.
the downhill skiing event was awesome. we had great seats right even with
the bottom of the course. they start way, way up at the top of the
moutain, so you can only see them once they get to the last jump and then
cross the finish line. the rest you watch on the jumbo tron screen.
also, there was a german oompa band in the audience, so it was fairly
lively. i think they may have only known one song. it was beautiful
beautiful weather. i wasnt cold at all, but i think that may have had
something to do with the mecca that we made down the hill. sweat was
pouring off me by the time we made it to our seats. the down hill event
really is down the hill.
notice we kept saying down. you know what you have to do to get out of
there? yup, thats right–you go up. very very very steep up. downhill
was treacherous, but uphill was tortorous. by this time, most of the snow
had melted leaving icky mud. we were huffing and puffing all the way.
we did make it though. then we had 2 hours to wait outside in the cold
for the next portion of the event. it was cold, damn cold. we got out
all of our warm weather gear. put on the extra pair of wool socks, tried
those worthless toe warmers. got our pocket warmers ready. put on the
hat, gloves, and scarf. used my cardigan swearter as a lap blanket.
then we were warm for about 5 minutes.
we decided to scavenge better seats because we were all the way over to the
right, which would have been perfect had they come down the right side track
rather than the left one. we scooted over 2 sections. we were pretty much
the only people in the entire section. this old italian man came up and
tapped mari on the shoulder to say that we were in his seats. the whole
section was empty!!! we looke at him, got up, then sat in the row directly
in front of him. unfortunately, mari lost her seat cushion under the grand
stand during this little fiasco.
we stayed for an hour. it started at 5pm. at 5;45, cheri said can we go
at 6? mari didnt even hesitate on that one. it was so damn cold.
during our next outdoor event, we will be wearing 2 pairs of long johns and
take our new fleece blanket. we will leave those worthless toe warmers
behind though unless someone can tell us a secret of how to get the fool
things to work…
we didnt feel bad about leaving early. we usually stay till the bitter
end, or maybe that should be bitterly cold end, since we did pay good money
to see the event. bode miller was in first place where he belongs, and we
were excited, and distraught about being cold and wanting to leave before
the final run at 730. then he got disqualified, so we said screw it and
left at 557. that about sums it up, and ive only got 3 minutes left.
ciao for now!!!
love,
thetwinsontour
ps-stil only eaten at mcdonalds once
ps-hot pink is a great color for the men in our audience
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