Operation Ski Bunny 2006

by MMI

PR Professionals by day, Ski Bunnies by night. Kate and Nicole present to you our first BS Report for your enjoyment. Download kate_and_nicole.jpg

(Kate) Just when you thought we had done it all, Nicole and I decided to take on the snowy slopes of Sugar Mountain. A bit of an impulsively planned vacation, but with a Carpe Diem attitude, anything is possible. So Nicole, her boyfriend Jason, our pilot Brantley, and yours truly headed west.  With our luggage in the back of a pickup, a cooler full of beer and our trusty GPS, also known as Debbie Downer, we were off to Banner Elk, NC. The three and a half hour drive went by relatively quickly. Our number one entertainment of choice was the game “Battle of the Sexes” a trivia game about the random facts that question one’s knowledge about the opposite sex. Jason knew a surprising amount of fun factoids about the female gender. Although he could not remember the high school from Grease, the fact that any man knows what a compact is, is pretty impressive in my book. Brantley took on more of a spectator role in that game, but hey, “E” for effort. Being that we are all young and broke, our ethical standpoint was challenged when Nicole and Brantley had to pretend like they were married so we could get a cheaper rate on our condo. Which takes us to our next awkward point of our journey. 4 people: One bed, one couch. Hmm. Five hours later we were making an Oreo sandwich, with Nicole being the cream.

We were a little disheartened when we woke up to rain, sleet, thunder and Brantley snoring in the wee hours of the morning of our ski bunny adventures. We all got over it pretty quickly-hey, it was more time for us to nurse our hangovers. We had some time to kill as we watched it rain, we headed over to local pizza joint for the breakfast of champions: Beer and Pizza. After our hearty meal, it was time to hit the slopes. Nicole fit the part perfectly with her white down jacket accent nicely with faux fir, a pink hat and a pink scarf. She was by far the most fashionable! Jason was tucked in tight as he was geared up from head to toe in his under armor. He looked the part thought, in his red pants and goggles, he was ready to take on the double blacks. Ok, so the bunny slopes. Potato, Potato. Brantley, soon named “Coach” for the trip, looked like a pro. And I looked like the Michelin man, with mismatched XXL ski gear that Nicole and Jason gave me at the 11^th hour. I’m still a beach girl-bikinis over snow boots any day!

(Nicole) Besides Brantley, we were all pretty terrible. The first time Jason locked into his skis and fell over I thought, this is going to be a horrible day. After two rounds on the bunny slopes we headed to the lift. Being deathly afraid of heights, this was quite a challenge, but not as big of a challenges as it was to get Jason to stand up in line without busting on his butt and taking 5 people down with him, in the end he resorted to taking one ski off and so he could hold his balance, smart man.  The first time down the mountain I was a success, even Brantley took a spill or two. We made a couple of “runs” (I love ski jargon) down the mountain and then headed to lodge for a quick bite to eat. It was quite a popular place, we ordered a round of beers and a few appetizers.   After the forth round of beers and we had the great idea to head back to the slopes for a little night skiing.

While waiting in line to for the lift the fist body bag came down the mountain, inside was some poor women with a sling around her neck. On the ride up Kate and I saw one poor skier with his skis in his hand walking down the mountain in shame. I looked at Kate and thought…this might not be a good idea. To my surprise we were better than before. Note to self: Beer really does enhance your skiing performance. We had several good runs and met back up with Brantley, who had taken some time of from his charity work of helping us stay on our feel, and skied some more difficult runs. By this time 3 body bags had made their way down the mountain.  Brantley then persuaded us that it would be a “wonderful” idea for us all to try a blue run… obviously a more difficult slope. Kate had done some major flirting with the ski lift technician, so there was no wait for us.. on the other hand the boys had quite the wait. On the way up the first-aid snowmobile had made it’s way up the mountain to rescue a disable skier who could not move his legs, not a good sign.  At the top of the mountain I thought it would be great to have a group photo, Kate asked a nearby skier and his response was no…. there goes the thought of southern hospitality! After hostile skiers and injured snowboarders, we decided it was time for us to take our wind-burned bodies to the lodge to turn in our “gear.”

            At the cabin, we hit the showers. However, our bungalow did not have the highest hot water capacity, Brantley and I got the shaft in that department. After we rallied, we went out into the snowy evening to a local bar where they had live music and great bar food. I love bar food. We were all pretty tired, so we enjoyed the music and headed for home. I was the first to go to bed. It’s hard being a ski bunny! Nicole quickly joined me as we spooned the night away. We got up the next morning and headed back to Raleigh. Just as Nicole and I were getting to the good part in “Chicago,” our personal favorite that we watched in the back of Brantley’s truck, we saw the blue lights. Debbie Downer, our trusty GPS navigational system leader apparently was not wired with Cop alert. Not even Officer Dreamy could get us out of this situation. Despite Brantley’s unfortunate ticket from officer Gooch, yes Gouch the trip was a blast and we can’t wait to go back soon. Ski On.

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