All of Our Days Are Nice

Today was fantastic. It was one of those days when you wake up with no expectations. I got up early to write a key email for work. I drank some coffee and ate breakfast with Mister Ferguson and Biddy—Mickey Mouse pancakes!

I got an early text from my buddy Kimmy. She and her husband Dicky (who also happens to be my hairdresser) were coming up to Seven Springs to ski for the day. My in-laws happened to be visiting us this weekend and offered to take Biddy to noon mass. I told them to pray for us and suited up to hit the slopes.

In the winter, we pretty much spend every weekend at Seven Springs. It is a ski resort in Western Pennsylvania with decent skiing and an amazing party scene. It is also an ideal place to check out premier ski fashion on the slopes. Nowhere else in this country would you find such an abundance of Steeler jerseys, camouflage jumpsuits, hunter orange jackets and jeans. These getups and many, many more are always on display for your enjoyment.

When Mister Fergs and I met up with Dicky/Kimmy today, Kimmy was coming off of a mountain meltdown. She had attempted to start her morning with an aggressive run and ended up having a tantrum mid-slope. This has happened to me so many times, I can’t even count. I have beaten my husband with my poles, cried and even hyperventilated when he has taken me out of my comfort zone.

I could care less about skiing aggressive runs, so we all agreed the best course of action was for the girls to cruise around and leave the back diamonds to the boys. We split off and Kimmy and I talked a little, skied a little and laughed a lot. We met as co-workers almost ten years ago. And while we no longer work for the same company, we have remained great friends. Kimmy is one of my favorite people to spend time with. One of the best memories I have of her is when we used to practice the art of ventriloquism when we were bored at work. We would try to have full conversations without moving our lips. We got pretty good at it too!

After a few runs, we met up with our husbands and had a leisurely lunch at Helens, which is a quaint little fancy restaurant on the side of the mountain that allows you to wear your ski boots. We all had crab bisque soup over mashed potatoes and a few bottles of red wine. I have been drinking boxed wine for so long that I am kind of out of the loop when it comes to bottled brands. We left the ordering up to Dicky. He chose Cupcake Pinot Noir and it was delicious. I highly recommend it.

When we got up to pay the bill, a family of four (Mom, Dad, two young kids) was walking out of the restaurant. As they left, the hostess called out, “Have a nice day!”

The mother whipped around, gave her a death stare and replied in the snottiest tone I have ever heard, “All of our days are nice.”

Needless to say, we all had a few glasses of wine so we collapsed in laughter. That lady was a complete and total douche. We went back out on the slopes with good energy and tore it up.

When I think about the day’s events, there isn’t one thing that I can point out that was outstanding. It was a just a day that I didn’t worry about anything, had a good time and laughed a lot. I guess Ice Cube said it best…Today Was a Good Day.