reno and rosey return
This week I took a few days off to go to Reno and ski Mount Rose with Gid and Jason. We left after work on Tuesday. Although it wasn’t snowing, there was still snow on the road. That in and of itself would have been okay, but it was so cold that my windshield wiper fluid was freezing up, so I had trouble seeing the road. By the time I pulled into a gas station the windshield was almost completely covered.
Gid was able to get a free room at Grand Sierra. I guess we kinda got what we paid for, the view from the room was pretty crappy.
I much rather would’ve lived in this gingerbread house, but I bet the rates for this room would’ve been sky high.
I’m not a huge gambler, Jason isn’t either, so we spent a good amount of time just chilling and playing cards. There’s a ton of tables in the wine bar area where you can just take as long as you want to hang out and drink wine.
I really like the robotic wine bar– as long as you stick to cheap stuff, $10 goes a long way.
We hit up a show. They had Lady Gaga, Madonna, Carrie Underwood, Prince, and they even brought Michael Jackson back to life.
Haha okay, not really. They were impersonators, or tribute performances, as they called it. I guess it was okay for $10.
On Thursday we hit Mount Rose. The weather looked like it would be nice. The sun was out in full force, but it was really windy, and the windchill made it feel really cold.
Professor Gid gives Jason a lesson.
Lesson failed. Haha, I make fun of Jason, but I’m actually much worse than him. That’s why I stick to skiing.
After Jason was done for the day, I thought I’d give snowboarding a shot.
The disparity between my skiing and snowboarding skills is amazing. On the skis I can clear all the terrain that was open on the big lift, and it takes only a few minutes for me to get down any of those runs. And if I fall it’s usually only from hitting an unexpected patch of ice. I went up and down at least half a dozen times today without falling once.
On the snowboard I take the beginner lift on the right and ride down the bunny slope, and it probably takes me five times as long to finish a run. I can’t even go five feet without falling. By the end of one run I was done, because my knees, butt and neck hurt from falling so much. Thankfully neither Jason or I got any really injuries, just a bunch of bruises and a bruised ego.
Things I’m thankful for:
- free hotel rooms (even if the view is crappy)
- good friends to chill with
- discounted lift tickets
