'MELINA! WE JUST RAN THE BUNNY!' said Dod. He's Australian so everything he says always sounds agreeable. 'AND NOW WE'RE DOING....MEGA BUNNY! AND SO ARE YOU!' I had no idea what the bunny was and I still have no idea, and the ski patrol guy who wrapped me into a mummy an hour later swore it doesn't exist, but he was senile.
So we got to the top of seventh heaven, took off our skis and started hiking up in the direction of cowboy mountain. The deadly tunnel creek avalanche occurred one year go exactly and the ridge was littered with flowers.
I was working my way down, turn by turn, maintaining control through dense forest as we traversed West. Holly flew around me in graceful arcs while Dod and Jamison caught air and careened through the trees. We were all euphoric as clams, a handful of pearls in a happy oyster. I was enjoying myself immensely.
I started laughing, my face a foot deep in the aforementioned powder. Laughing was the option that made me look the least pathetic, so I laughed. The others started laughing too and cheering and kept on going. I struggled to my feet. It hurt quite a bit. I tenderly skied out on a long tight traverse that whipped and pirouetted between trees, unable to move my left arm at all.
I stared at him, and my friend Jenny stared at him, and then I said "Thank you, Bob." Before I left he gave me a bag of snow.
By the time I got back to Seattle, I needed help getting out of my coat. So my friend Fozz came over and helped me out of my coat. He brought wine but I decided I needed something heavier. I dragged him down the street to the High Life for their frozen creme de menth cookie desert. But it didn't help. It dawned on me I ought to go to the emergency room. Which I did.
They treated me very nicely, undressed me and took some X-rays. The nurse said "Now honey I'm going to give you some narcotics for the pain, who is driving you home?" And I said, "Nobody! I'll just walk!" And I laughed, which somehow made me seem less pathetic. She shrugged and gave me the good stuff. They covered me in heated blankets. Adam texted me every arm and shoulder pun he could come up with and I cackled like a Vicodin soaked hen. I was thoroughly cooked when I got home and I fell asleep like a breeze.
It was the best day.
And now for some horrific, one armed yoga moves and the waiting.