ski life

You know those days when you wake up at 3:30 am to drive 300km to chase down epic snow a few hundred km away, then ski all day, then après, then hot tub with beers, then massage, then 3 course meal, then hit the lodge where ukranian pool gives way to people dancing on the pool table while whitesnake is playing and the shot-ski is doing triple duty and the google employee vs. Sudbury champ are eyeing each other over the ping pong showdown from two years ago and “fireball” the chef is who you know has earned that name through some serious stories is drinking beers in chugging contests against the guests then someone rings the cowbell and shouts "it's snowing" and orders a round for everyone in the place and you dare not look at your watch cause you’ve been up a long long time, but you think that drinking from the glass of life is as good right now as drinking that ice cold kokannee that’s the “beer out here”?