Domestic Goddess, Army Wife and I are such party animals. Our girls weekend away at
Thredbo was marked with all night drinking binges and dancing to the wee hours. Not.
Seriously, we get four nights away from the kids and what do we do? Sleep. A lot. Firegazer had left a case of beer in the fridge at the lodge and I took down some really nice wine but we were happier with a cup of tea and a choccy bickie
(AmE: Chocolate Cookie). Firegazer couldn't believe it. When I rang him one night he said "Oh, the poor wittle mummies are sitting around in their jammies and woolly socks". The sad thing was, we were.
However, it wasn't all tea and woolly socks.
Two members of our ski party are pointing to the spot where we were caught in the worst weather I have ever experienced at Thredbo. We had just got off the Kosci Express and were heading down to the top of the Supertrail when WHAM! the worst combo ice storm/wind/white out hit us. Domestic Goddess managed to lie down in front of an overhang of snow but Army Wife and I took the full force of it.
When it was over we had a long recovery session involving schnapps at Black Sallees.
This is the same section of the Supertrail two days later looking all sweet and innocent.
After rough weather on the first day we had lovely sunny days for the rest of the trip. However, our ski instructor for days 2 & 3 may not have been having such a lovely time.
Domestic Goddess and I take private lessons on this w/e each year in the vain attempt to be able to keep up with our husbands, and now, our kids. Problem is I don't take to instruction too well. I really see the instructor as a paid tour guide and want him or her to take me to interesting bits of the mountain and show me how to ski them.
Poor Ales from the Czech Republic. He wouldn't take us anywhere interesting because he thought our short turns needed attention. They do, but I am an old dog and I hate new tricks. Ales was rewarded with much muttering under my breath and terse comments. So on day 3 I levelled with him and said I would be grumpy and surly if he continued to pick on my short turns. He said "excellent, bring it on". We saw eye to eye from that point on and I spent the rest of the morning attempting to listen to him. Grudgingly, I may have even learnt something.
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Things to love about Thedbo #1:I love it that while most of the Alpine Responsibility Code signs are made of canvas and lashed to poles with rope, sign #9 is made of metal and bolted down.
9. Do not ski, snowboard, ride chairlift or undertake alpine activities if your ability is impaired by drugs or alcohol
This is the most coveted sign by uni students on scavenger hunts and many of these are known to decorate dorm rooms in Canberra.
Some years ago now Domestic Goddess gave me a copy of Home Comforts: The Art and Science of Keeping House by Cheryl Mendelson. At the time I think it was a little wink to the unassailable fact that she is the Domestic Goddess, not me. However, I love this book. In our house, and amongst other friends who own it, it is simply known as "Cheryl". Cheryl discusses how she hangs out the washing and avoids "broken windows" (mess areas) in her home in a way that reminds you how nice it is to have Shepherds Pie on a cold winters evening. She's Martha without the ribbons and lavender spritz on the sheets. Oh so comforting to read, but oh so not me.
This is the same section of the Supertrail two days later looking all sweet and innocent.
