The Rundown on the Runs Down

With a lackluster season of snowboarding upon us, let us remember the greatness that has come before.

The first part of last season was excellent, but Jason and I didn’t make it to the slopes until the end of January due to a family misfortune. It was cold during our initial mountain pilgrimage, really cold. With 30 inches of snow overnight and an additional three feet in the three days prior, it was worth it even though our toes became unresponsive.

This particular powder field is a favorite of mine.
This particular powder field is a favorite of mine.

We visited Brighton again on a mid-February Saturday. The drive took an extra hour due to the traffic turning into and going through the canyon. We got one of the last parking spots at the resort even though we left our house before 8:00 AM. Just stay home people, and leave the powder to me! I whine, but 16 inches of fresh fluff made it all okeydokey.

This is how one should not ride powder. Note that my weight is evenly distributed, and I am not moving (AKA stuck).
This is how one should not ride powder. Note that my weight is evenly distributed, and I am not moving (AKA stuck).
This is how one should ride powder. Note that my weight is on my back foot, and I am actually moving.
This is how one should ride powder. Note that my weight is on my back foot, and I am actually moving.

A couple of weeks later, we carved the hillsides on a Friday. The base depth at Brighton was over 130 inches. A storm had dropped eight inches overnight, 14 inches in the last 24 hours, 29 inches in the last 48 hours, and 43 inches in the last 72 hours. Obviously, the slopes were awesome, and the roads were horrible. Eager resort seekers were ignoring the “chains or 4×4 required” sign at the entrance to Big Cottonwood Canyon; it took us two and a half hours to get to Brighton because of sliding vehicles. The canyon closed about 15 minutes after we arrived at the resort due to a six-car pileup. So, there were no crowds all morning long, and we were free to frolic as powder pigs. It wasn’t warm, the temperatures lingered between about 10 and 20 degrees, but who needs toes with feeling when there is almost four feet of fresh pow-pow? Not this girl.

Photographic evidence suggests that I ride powder with an ape-like stance.
Photographic evidence suggests that I ride powder with an ape-like stance.

On a Wednesday in mid-March, we enjoyed some record-breaking warmth at Brighton instead of numbed extremities. It reached 57 degrees by the afternoon. While the weather was amazing, the snow wasn’t so much. The slopes started out icy and then got slushy in the lower regions while remaining a little hard at the top. The pack was slick stuff, whatever its state; we completed runs in about six minutes. Overall, a pleasant day with a pleasant boy.

My boarding buddy is the best!
My boarding buddy is the best!

We visited Brighton again on its closing weekend. With 120 inches of snow, the resort was throwing in its seasonal towel. Crazy! There weren’t a lot of people on the mountain, probably because spring was flinging. The temperatures stayed in the 30s and 40s, but it was super windy. Gusts averaged around 20 MPH and exceeded 35 MPH. These blasts made it difficult to stay on target and upright. On an unrelated note, the underside of my nose got sunburned from UV bouncing off the snow. I didn’t think to put sunscreen there. Who would? For weeks, it looked like I had persistent crusty boogers. Awkward.

That’s how the season went for us last year. It may be a far cry from the piddling flecks we’ve gotten this season, but may the fond memories of flakes received sustain us until those sacred shavings descend upon us again. Amen.

An Evening of Evil

Death is a man’s job? I don’t think so. There’s a reason why women live longer than men- me. I’m the Grim Reaper. I have been collecting souls since the inception of humankind. You all thought I was a man, right? Typical.

I have been a member of the Evil League of Evil for over a hundred years, the only original member still ticking. (Being the bringer of death does come with a few perks.)

A sight for dead eyes?
A sight for dead eyes?

At the League’s annual convention this year, the body of one of our own was discovered. While the departing dead are all in a day’s work for me, murder amongst members goes against league codes. Hence, rowdy accusations and seedy discoveries commenced. The heinous was made hilarious, and, eventually, the mystery was solved to everyone’s satisfaction.

My fellow league members may be evil, but I am death.
My fellow league members may be evil, but I am death.

I won the award for best female costume and received an honorable mention for best female acting. If dressing drably and being crabby makes you eligible for a prize, I should have won something really prestigious back in the Dark Ages.

Thanks Renae and Nathan for hosting a witty and wicked thriller!

The Lag of the Party

It has been months since our halls boomed with the incantations of witches, but the late arrival of a post on the subject is fitting because Jason and I were slower eradicating Halloween this year than ever before. Usually, our crows and maggots are stored away prior to Christmas, but it’s February, and they were only just barely caged. Yes, this year, much more than others, our party experienced some lags.

This year, Jason and I dressed as Victorian circus performers. I was Marvelous Mabel, Tightrope Walker Extraordinaire, and Jason was Leopold Leotard the Great.
This year, Jason and I dressed as Victorian circus performers. I was Marvelous Mabel, Tightrope Walker Extraordinaire, and Jason was Leopold Leotard the Great.

Knowing we would be in Europe for half of October, Jason and I wisely started our party preparations extra early. Then, in a momentarily lapse into idiocy, we decided to transform our basement into a wizarding world, a process that required new props and the imaginative rethinking of space. Why this year of all years? Floating candles don’t just float themselves into existence. (Do I need to roll for a sanity check?) Thankfully, we had some transformation help. Over the years, decorating for our event has almost become an event in of itself. On an evening or Saturday afternoon, friends gather and catch up over pizza and creepy scene setters. The conversations are lively, and the assistance is enlivening. This year, Adam even popped in from Washington to put up a few cobwebs; bedecking our spooky halls is that thrilling. Thanks Lee, Drew, Simone, Jacob, Rowley, Adam, and Keith for lending us some of your mystical brainpower and pushpin skills!

Constructing floating candles out of toilet-paper, paper-towel, and wrapping-paper tubes sounds like a short task- it wasn't.
Constructing floating candles out of toilet-paper, paper-towel, and wrapping-paper tubes sounds like a short task- it wasn’t.
Jason and I attempted to recreate Hogwarts' charmed ceiling by painting a long strip of gossamer.
Jason and I attempted to recreate Hogwarts’ charmed ceiling by painting a long strip of gossamer.

Beyond the hefty task of decorating, fashioning the favors for our party always represent a different type of challenge. Trying to guess the correct combination of adult, teenager, and kid gifts needed is difficult. So, this year, Jason and I opted to give our guests plenty of options from which to pick what they favored, with some appealing to multiple age groups. We assembled 36 kid bags, 12 wizard wands, 24 gothic toiletries, and 20 tween grabs.

The adult favors this year were gothic toiletries from The Bubbling Cauldron, which I dressed up in black.
The adult favors this year were gothic toiletries from The Bubbling Cauldron, which I dressed up in black.
It was Jason's brilliant idea to tie the tween bags with rope nooses.
It was Jason’s brilliant idea to tie the tween bags with rope nooses.

Jason and I arrived home from Europe only days before our get-together. We had pretty severe jet lag the night of our party, so we almost nodded off while tallying the costume contest votes. It’s kind of comical having 85 guests in your house while you can barely stay awake.

We created a selfie spot for Azkaban's most wanted.
We created a selfie spot for Azkaban’s most wanted.
Professional photos are available at our event, so attendees can capture their magnificent costumes.
Professional photos are available at our event, so attendees can capture their magnificent costumes.

Not everything was more complicated this year though. Dinky Donuts took some of the common headaches out of catering for us. Their desserts were hot, fresh, and yummy. Better yet, this food truck arrived on time and was ready to handle orders precisely when anticipated. Yeah! That’s a first for our food-truck luck.

The Bingo table is always packed with players.
The Bingo table is always packed with players.
The preferred craft this year was customizable Harry-Potter-themed potion necklaces- a Rachel original.
The preferred craft this year was customizable Harry-Potter-themed potion necklaces- a Rachel original.

Cleaning up the piles of cups and sticky crumbs after our shindig also went much quicker than normal thanks to some kind helpers. Benson, Rowley, Milo, Drew, and Simone all pitched in. You know you’ve mastered the universe when He-Man vacuums your house for you.

We added shelves to a wall and topped them with all the makings of great magic.
We added shelves to a wall and topped them with all the makings of great magic.

Throwing our annual Halloween party is always exhausting, throwing it while experiencing jet lag was almost laughable. A big thank you to the assistants that graciously lent a hand or wand; you are more enchanting than a Scourgify spell. And a thank you to our friends and family that have made this shindig a fall ritual; it wouldn’t be a 17-year-and-still-running tradition without you.