i have returned
before i start this entry (gasp! is that what's she's doing? i was so unsure and confused), i need to note that my father is trying to get out of getting his hair cut tomorrow because it is the sabbath. religious mockery never ceases to amuse me.
so, ali is back. did anyone miss me? well, you should have. colorado was amazing, except that vail sits at 8,000 feet and the summit at 11,000. I never was able to clear my ears, which is the most annoying thing that can happen to you. I felt like I was living inside a balloon the whole time and my voice was an echo. (echo...echo..echo <--i couldn't help it) Many people get altitude sickness in Vail. Another unfortunate side-effect of the altitude is that you get tired really easily. REALLY easily. But, of couse i did not feel these effects because I was too busy with a cold. Curse riding on airplanes with ill people. Curse them. Vail has such little oddities, for instance, there are no steet lights. Oh no, Vail is too cool for these. They have rotaries instead, rotaries everywhere. They are the most ridiculous things ever invented, and no one knows how to use them so they are really unsafe too. Whoever invented rotaries is a sick sick sick person. I know they are sitting up in heaven (or whereever the hell you go, this isn't an insightful entry), laughing to themselves, watching people drive around and around and around. It actually sounds like some I would do... In addition to rotaries, the speed limit on the main/highway road is 75 mph, which means everyone goes 85 mph, and if you're my brother Daniel (and you like to endanger your life and the life of those around you) you drive 100 mph. The mountains are breathtaking (literally, because you can't breath there right). I took many pictures, but I don't have my camera to upload them, so I will post them in a week...or two...or never. we'll see.
Flying alone is the choice way to go. It's too hectic traveling with friends/family especially my mother who needs to grasp my hands and close her eyes while there is turbulence. My first flight from albany to cicinnati *pause* ok, it's not really cincinnati. they just call it that because, i don't remember why. i really flew into kentucky. Yes, the great state of Kentucky and I finally met. Don't worry, I got a Kentucky t-shirt and some postcards. you have to take baby steps to go to kentucky. one day I will actually leave the airport and set foot on the earth that is kentucky *unpause* was fine. the flight from pseudo-cincinnati to denver was HELL. Fire and brimstone galore. I had to sit next to these two honkey tonks. I like southern accents and all, but there are two very distinct southern accents: the nice, polite one and the one that make you sound like you have the IQ of a potato. Which accent did these people have? The potato IQ one. They spent twenty minutes trying to figure out what 125 times 25 is. I am not kidding. The whole time all I was thinking was, "3125. 3125. 3125." granted i did not come up with the answer instantly, it took me a sec, but I got it. in less than twenty minutes. On top of their stupidity with multiplication, one of them kept complaining how small the seat was and sitting his bulbous elbows on my side of the seat and spreading out his obnoxiously long legs into MY leg room. I wanted to back hand him, but aggression is never the answer on airplanes, even though it seems the most logical, there is no place to excape to. so while this potato-IQ monkey was sprawling his disgusting honkey self around, he started to stomp is leg furiously on the floor and then proceeded to slap his girlfriend's thigh (i am guessing it was his girlfriend, but who knows. I was in central u.s., they could be brother and sister). It is moments like that when I realize that it is never safe leaving my beloved new york.
When I arrived in Denver I was suprised to learn that I got to take a train to the baggage collection. It was qutie a humorous ride because while we were boarding, the door started to close and this child got stuck between the closing doors which made the mother scream in hysteria. We opened the door and then another 30 people boarded while someone propped open the door. The computer voice in the train started getting pissed and kept saying: you are delaying the departure of this train, YOU are delaying the departure of this train, etc.) Oh, how I love fake computer voices.
This entry is getting out of hand long, so I am going to wrap it up soon.
The plane rides were not complete loses though. I finished The Five People You Meet in Heaven by Mitch Albom (author of Tuesdays with Morrie) and began Woman: An Intimate Geography. Woman is the greatest book. Everything you wanted to know and tons you did not. Hear me roar. The plane ride back was fine. My plane to Atlanta was the biggest plane I have ever ridden on. Two seats on each side and three in the middle. The people in front of me were all english and kept playing cards, even though they were across the aisle from one another. No problem for them. They just threw the cards to one another, over the beverage cart, behind people who were passing. It was like a show. There was another train in Atlanta because it is such a huge airport. I love trains in airports. I discovered that there is an airline named Ted. TED! Ha! Does it get better than that? I need to fly somewhere that they do. Ted! it cracks me up. The plane ride back to Albany was fun, especially because the little girl across the aisle was two and her name was Claudia. Little children with adult names are the greatest. Claudia was no exception.
Snowboarding: My new board is the coolest and it has been named Piper J.R. (not piper junior. piper J.R. --like the J.R. of Dallas. do you kids even remember Dallas?) I had some trouble the first run because my board is considerably longer than my old one, but I got the hand of it. Snowboarding/skiiing in Vail is indescribable, well not really, but it's difficult to convey just how amazing it is. First of all, the mountain in like 50 times the size of Hunter. That's like 150 times the size of Jiminy (i hate that place by the way, but that's off topic). The trails are SO wide and long and nice and I wish I were there now. You are surrounded by mountain on all sides (it's called a bowl). The only thing is that you cannot do diamonds there because all the diamonds have moguls. No matter it was fun nonetheless. I had another muffin related argument at the summit lodge, very much like the one in nyc at the 3rd street bakery. Oh muffin. You are the greatest.
Ok, I am out. I have some phone calls to make. Adios.
oh bugger, i should have put these obese entry in a cut, but i am lazy sorry.