To back track a bit, lets focus on Thanksgiving for a moment before we talk Christmas.
I was all set for a East Coast Thanksgiving, a few days out of DC meeting some more of the bf's family, some food, relaxation, you get the idea. I've kind of become immune to being away from my family on Thanksgiving as it is a very rare occasion that I can be in Idaho for Thanksgiving and then come back a month later for Christmas. (Particularly when I take three week Christmas Vacations ;)!) So needless to say, while I would love to be home with my family having a traditional Thanksgiving, I have certainly learned to adapt and have a non-traditional thanksgiving without much pause.
So we are all set for Mass. when the bf comes over one evening and says:
"I have a question."
Gulp. Internal monologue kicks in "oh myyyy gooood. What did I doooo? Oh wait, is this? Does he have a small box? Nope. No box. Ok. Was I mean lately? No. Well I don't think so. Oh my. Am I getting disinvited from Thanksgiving?!? Is he going home without me?!? Ok. ok now. Calm down.
I mean....how funny would that have been! You know. If I thought like that, or anything. But I don't think like that. Or at least I tell myself so. Ha!
Anyways, I respond with a " yea?"
Which I got a question and response that was far from what I expected!
The bf had figured out a way for us to stay in Park City over Thanksgiving and hit up the open ski resorts. BUT only If I wanted to go...
I don't think it was any surprise that I jumped on that plan pretty quickly.
So we spent Thanksgiving in Utah. Just the two of us. Or maybe I should say the four of us.
Oh yes...it gets better this surprise the bf put together.
With new skis, boots, and the whole kit and kaboodle I was excited to get on the snow! Our trip started out with a Thanksgiving morning brunch with some good friends and their adorable daughter, who was born around Thanksgiving last year. We cooked up a frittata, holiday rolls, a fruit platter and some mimosas. Since we were going to miss the bebe's birthday party we got to give her our gift early which was fun.
We packed up and headed to the airport where we dined on some fast food for a pre-flight meal.
After a painless flight we picked up our rental car and headed into Salt Lake to stay the night before driving up to Park City.
Slightly hungry, we ended up eating some baked potatoes and drinking a night cap of beer at the hotel.
The next morning we headed up to Solitude for the inaugural voyage for the skis. It was beautifully sunny, warm, and complete with a pretty empty mountain.
We did pretty well. Only stopping for a morning break and lunch and then skiing until about 3.
We then headed to our hotel in Park City, which was really a timeshare resort, which came complete with families of 13 and an event schedule that was similar to a Ledo deck on a cruise ship. We were exhausted and naturally took awhile to relax before heading out to dinner.
We also got to spend a day walking around Park City and stumbling upon a perfect Saturday date night activity....
The PBR was in the next town and we knew we had to go!
We had a romantic date watching some bull riding, drinking cheap beer and munching on hot dogs and red vines. It was perfect.
The next day we headed to Alta. Skied our legs off again. Finished the day off with some awesome beer and a peanut butter
mouse (errr...did I say mouse? Let's try mousse) pie and a neighboring room full of loud women drinking far too much red wine. (Needless to say we opted to switch rooms to ensure some sound sleep.
Due to an awesome deal on Liftopia we decided to squeak in a final day of skiing before catching our flight and checked out Brighton.
After skiing to the point of barely being able to walk, we packed up the skis and headed for some food before the airport.
This is where things got a teensy bit rough. Our flight out of Salt Lake was delayed and we were going miss our connection in Chicago. The bf needed to get back so we flew a red eye that dropped us into DC right about the time I would be waking up to get to work. It was an ugly day at work. However, we survived and that night I was asleep by 6.
Phew that was a novel of a story!