Had lunch with the ex-coworkers today. *sniff*. It was nice seeing everyone, but very odd too. We met at the restaurant at the Nashoba Valley ski area. I sometimes wish I knew how to ski, but watching them, even on this little bitty “mountain” I can’t even imagine being brave enough. I have an unbelievable fear of wiping out. And pain. And of spending $52 for a lift ticket in the middle of the week.
Who can AFFORD to ski? And sheesh, there were a ton of little kids. Who will all need cash from mom and dad for skis, boots, clothes, and lift tickets.