43 or so hours, what could happen?

While this weekend I spend my time looking at wounds, IVs, butts and doctors (don't picture Grey's Anatomy M.D.'s) last weekend I was in NYC for about 43 hours. I left work on Thursday morning went home and showered and left for the airport. I slept here and there but for the most part went without a decent amount of sleep.
In my time in New York City I managed to get asked for directions three times, called a "local" twice, I ran into a woman I worked with in Baltimore, and I ate a "Steven Sondheim" sandwich the size of my head. I caught two Broadway shows and walked more than 100 blocks of the city. I got my new jacket dirty from a taxi and "pothole fluid". I saw M. Night Shyamalan's clone in Penn Station and I ended up being yelled at by a worker from some movie they were filming in Manhattan with Will Smith(she was very rude and stupid: "Excuse me, but there is about to be a very dangerous car crash here and we are trying to keep people clear." SIGH). I rode the wooden escalators at Macy's, rode the bus in Queens to Jackson Heights, rode in tiny elevators and, of course, rode the subway. I slept in two different hotel rooms, two different planes, two different airports and on a rock in Central Park. I also watched a lady fall sleep during a Broadway show.
In all the shows were good and great and the weather decent. I enjoyed my time there even if it was so short. I guess my only issue was with theatre etiquette but that is for another blog......

Lake Placid

So I had a few days off midweek and decided that it would be a good time for me to go skiing. So rather than take the easy route and go somewhere within 60 miles of my apartment I decide to go four hours away to Lake Placid and ski there. It was absolutely beautiful weather and a gorgeous view and worth every extra minute in the car.
There were a few hiccups in the trip that only slightly marred the whole experience. I left at about 0500 so I could get to the hill in good time to get my rental skis (yes! I had to rent!!!) and get out on the slopes. Well....an hour into my trip I realize my wallet is sitting in another bag at home NOT the one sitting in the passengers seat next to me. SO I had to turn around, search my car thoroughly for toll fares and pick up my wallet. This put me behind in my time schedule quite a bit so I left again and decided to ski on Thursday instead. No problem.
On Thursday I rented performance skis (a set of Rossignols parabolic skis) that experience is a post in itself!! Needless to say the skis were shorter and the experience trying at first. By the end of the day I was much more comfortable on the skis but they were not easy to get used to after straight cut skis.
As I said I had a lot of fun and skied a LOT. You see when you ski alone the number of runs you ski in a given time is a lot higher than the number you ski when in a group.
The interesting part of the day was at about 9:30am. I was riding up the gondola for the second time and hitched a ride with three other "singles" (its bad enough I am single now they put me in a seperate line). As we pull away from the boarding area rider #1 (a ski bum in his late 30's) reaches into his backpack and pulls out a bottle of beer. He proceeds to open the bottle and take nice long swigs. He looks at me and says "Good morning" and instantly the gondola is filled with the beer breath. Sitting next to Rider #1 was Rider #2. Rider #2 pulls out a large can of PBR and opens up HIS can of beer and proceeds to take big swigs. Now we have the smell of Canadian beer and PBR filling up the small gondola. Lucky for me Rider #3 did not have any beer with him and didn't share with his friend Rider#2. (In case you were wondering #2 and 3# were early thirties snowboard bums) What made the ride especially interesting (aside from smelling beer all the way up the mountain at 9:30am) was the fact that the snowboarders proceeded to have a discussion about pie crusts. At first I thought this might be some strange "boarder" lingo I had never heard before but I was wrong. The men were comparing the pie crusts of two different food establishments in the area. "Well he uses egg in his crust and so and so uses more of a _____ base" Things like that. To look at the guys you would never think they knew so much about pie crusts.
It was good to have some "adventure" of sorts and hang out away from Syracuse. Still havin' fun! Oh by the way when my beer drinking gondola got to the top I notd 5 other bottles of beer in the ski bums backpack.