The dynamics of a “guys weekend” of skiing (otherwise known as the “bromance” by the Mrs.) has markedly changed over the years. Back in the good ol’ college days, well…
- College days ski weekend: Shots of Cuervo gold…
- Mid-30’s ski weekend:Â Slowly sipped 1800 silver on ice with a lime…
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- College days ski weekend: Keg stands and spilled MGD…
- Mid-30’s ski weekend:Â Dry martinis and microbrews…
- College days ski weekend: Staying up ’till 2am while saying “duuude” a lot…
- Mid-30’s ski weekend: A few girl-scout cookies, discussing the local economy, and turning in at 10pm…
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- College days ski weekend: Comparing your highest cliff-jump ever…
- Mid-30’s ski weekend:Â Comparing your corporate benefits…
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- College days ski weekend: Hiking the East Wall at A-Basin with a hangover…
- Mid-30’s ski weekend: Hiking the Vasquez Cirque with a turkey sandwich, PowerGel, and a granola bar…
 
- College days ski weekend: Drunk-dialing your ex-girlfriend…
- Mid-30’s ski weekend:Â Checking in with your wife…
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- College days ski weekend: Grabbing the first chair at 8:30am, and skiing till lifts close at 4pm…
- Mid-30’s ski weekend:Â “I think I got one more run in me…”
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I mean, don’t get me wrong here, the skiing is every bit as aggressive as the good ol’ days, as evidenced by our off-piste descent into Vasquez Cirque at near 12,000ft…
But it’s funny to see it slowly evolve. Stay young at heart, people…
In other news, my racing season kicks off in no more than 8 weeks. Two weeks until Daylight Savings Time and the start of the ProCycling Tuesday night rides. I wonder when the new rig will arrive?
Keep that comparison going. I’d like to see your 50s ski weekend! ProCyling Tuesday rides…Yes!
Mid-forties weekend: skiing UP a green run to help a niece get skis back on.
Bromance…more fun than girls weekend…I think I need to test it out…
Don’t leave Italians out in the cold it gets messy!
HS reunion weekend:
- Partied like rockstars Friday night. Started around noon, kept going until 1am. Don’t remember much after 10pm. Tossed 1 fresh martini on my lap at the restaurant. Huh.
- Didn’t leave the hotel until 2pm on Saturday. Limped to Old C’s to watch hockey and curling. Drank 2 beers. Asleep by 10.
- Departed by 11am on Sunday to get home and watch more hockey. Liver still crying.
The good part is that my 50 (51 a week from today)is no different than your mid-30s.
Having just had a similar weekend, I’ve learned that there’s a different way of having a Mid-30s weekend:
(1) Spend ten or twelve hours drinking like you’re in your mid-20s.
(2) Spend the next seventy-two hours alternating between wishing you were dead and wondering if you actually are.
. . . frankly, I think your way sounds a lot better.