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Saturday, November 17, 2018

Rocky Mountain High

Ian and went to Vail with some friends recently. It wasn't ski season, but none of us really ski whereas all of us drink, so it turned out pretty well. In the offseason, nothing is crowded and everybody is super happy to see you. Even the people in the stores where they sell like $10,000 sweaters that you are clearly not equipped to buy, given that you are wearing workout pants from Old Navy. It gave me a taste of what it must feel like to be super wealthy, minus the part with the actual money. Which, as it turns out, is a pretty critical part.

There are lots of cute shops and restaurants in Vail, and we definitely ate like crazy. As in I ordered a giant mac and cheese as an appetizer. We also did some hiking, which was really fun, despite my rather reasonable fear of bears. We got about two thirds of the way up a mountain (I assume it was a mountain; it seemed pretty mountainesque) and stopped to enjoy the provisions we'd brought with us, which were basically bags of Flaming Hot Cheetos and Fruit Gushers we brought from the house. Also, I peed in the woods. The mountain and I are one now, basically. That's just science.

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