As you can tell Harlow wanted to make sure he wasn't forgotten. As if that could ever happen.
And so he rode with a hand on his favorite guy's shoulder for the first few hours.
Until he tuckered out and decided to give in and nap in the back with cousin, Vandal.
We woke up early yesterday morning to do a little Social Wolfe work while the rest of the crew hit the slopes. Harlow sat close to the window to keep an eye on the flying space ships outside- i.e. the gondolas he saw floating by that scared the living shit out of him.
At one point I heard Harlow barking like a mad man and found that he had accidentally locked himself in one of the showers. Naturally I had to snap a pic before I let him out. He just kills me.
Eventually I made my way to the mountain and waited for everyone to come down while I sat and enjoyed the sunshine and a Bloody Mary.
Chris apparently thought the camera was on the ground.
I was ballsy and attempted to eat a bowl of chili in my white cape...
Much to my surprise, not a single splatter of chili hit the cape. I don't know what it is, but for some reason food just tastes better in a restaurant right off the mountain. It's like airport food or something. Give me a cup of chili and cornbread any day, please and thank you.
And then I met one of Chicago's best food bloggers, Kat for a little apres ski. We drank some beers and talked a little shop... or something like that.
And today... Today I ski. The last time I skied with Chris's family I fell off the chair lift and started crying on the mountain. So basically I know it's going to go great. Wish me luck.