Sunday, September 9, 2007

The Hole they call Jackson

The Race is On!
Ready for a Leisurly Alpine Ride.
Bring it on!
Surveying the Alpine Slide of Death.

"THE" Photo opp in Jackson

The adventure of the Labor Day weekend began two weeks ago today in the early evening. Number one was to change out of the skirt and blasted nylons (I had just come from work). Due to the fact that I procrastinated packing until about 11 pm Thursday night I realized that laundry had not been done for a few (meaning many) days. Once I realized this I immediatly and probably to the shagrin of my roomates put my clothes in the washing maching, this was at 11:09 pm. I made it to about 11:35 and checked the washer, it was only on rinse. Despite all efforts to stay awake I failed and finally sucomed to sleep before the washer completed it's cycles. Needless to say, I had to grab my clothes from out of the washer and place them strategicly in my car so that they might dry while I am at work all day. For some reason be it the lack of air flow in the underground Conference Center parking lot or extreme humidity level in the car caused by exaclty two pairs of sopping wet pants and a soaked sweatshirt sitting in the back seat they didn't dry. I headed over to Mel's place straigh way after work and there is where JaNae and Jen got the bad news that they would have to sit by me and my soaking wet pants for four long hours in the car (I was in the middle). JaNae seemed to have the biggest struggle with the wet pants, strategicly placing a barrier of pillow between her leg and mine. Jen was probably just too nice to say anything about it. Thus began our trip to Jackson Hole.

1 comment:

Jen said...

It's not so much that I'm nice, just water-resilliant. It's one of my superpowers.