I've snowboarded once.
I am the worst snowboarder in the history of the world.
The cute hat that Suzy made for me is the cutest thing about my snowboarding outing last year.
See those two girls on their butts on the hill? They fell down a lot.
See the girl dying on the hill behind them? That's me. I fell down a lot.
I spent more time on my butt than on my feet! I also laughed a lot.
See that guy totally RAWKING? That's gerg. He's the rad.
So this weekend, I'm trying again. I figure I owe myself a good bruising. I've been pretty good to myself lately, and I think it's time for me to suffer a little.
I'm primarily concerned with one rule that I read on the Afton Alps web site:
Always stay in control, and be able to stop or avoid other people or objects.
Um, I pretty much can guarantee that I won't be able to stay and control. I'm pretty sure I won't be able to stop and will wipe out at the bottom of the hill.