Vail: So many bumps, so little time. The powder was sick. Yes, I can say "sick" and really mean it. Big bowls of powder at 11,000 ft above sea level='s GIDDY and GIGGLY.
Our tres charmante hostesse RW, MS aka the "Smoky Svelte Elk" and I, Buffalotta, tore it up. We shall hold these memories tres, tres cher:
1) Beano's Cabin in Beaver Creek-- thanks to fond memories from R, a sleigh whisked our fancily furred forms up the mountain by night, to the warm and candlelit cottage that is Beanos. We feasted on prime rib Buffalo, elk, juicy scallops, butternut squash and apriocot sorbet. Competing with the warm glow of candles perched upon antler-chandeliers was the blinding bling of a pear-shaped diamond at the table next to us. When our cher R leaned over to admire, she was rather admonsished. Strike two against the Beaver-snoots here. While the ring was the product of a Christie's auction, she wore a scrunchie-- nuff said. With the sustenance of Colorado to nourish us, we braved our way back to the sleigh. "Let's make a tent!" exclaimed I, and the rest, mes amis, was downhill. Our silly woolen fortress was the site for many a photo as Smoky Svelte Elt played Atlas, holding up the world. This was absolutely the highlight of the trip.
2) Hot tub chez nous in Beaver Creek-- R convinced us!
3) Samana lounge in Vail-- making the boys cry, and hiding the nasty shots they purchased for us.
4) Buffalo chili-- anytime, anywhere. Move over, turkey chili at Deer Valley-- PLEASE!
5) Reading Ada, or Ardor, fireside at the Ritz-Carlton at Bachelor Gulch
Not so hot:
1) Stalkers
2) The nasty spill I took on a mogul trying to show off, ensuing in whiplash. So glad I live in the land of cheap deep tissue massages.
3) Leaving my blackberry there. (File under: Blessings in Disguise)
Shout outs go to my partners in crime-- the was the best trip in ages.
