The first txt from Carlos rolls in on Tuesday at 8:19pm:
"How quick can you get here? POW has been awsome past couple days and still falling."
"Vail open Friday w twice the terrain originally planned."
"Wow... Another great day! What do I need to do to get you to Vail by 9am Friday?"
Apparently all you need to do is send me another txt when I'm inebriated and a roadtrip suddenly sounds like The Best Idea EVER. The phone conversation went like this:
me: "Friday, huh?"
me: "Got comps?"
me: "My good snowpants and goggles are on the mountain and I'm not gonna have a chance to get them before I leave. Got some I can borrow?"
him: "Of course!"
me: "See ya tomorrow."
I try to not to care much about skiing in November, or even December. Yet, when I walked downstairs this morning and saw my bag packed by the door and my boards leaning against the wall, I got excited.