What Do You Love?

Hello friends. It's been a while. I just came back from a much-needed vacation in Jackson Hole Wyoming snowboarding where the people are awesome, the snow is falling, and the food is oh so fattening and good. We went to a place called Il Villaggio Osteria for dinner two nights in a row, and let me tell you, as unoriginal as the name is, the food was so unique and incredible. We sat at the bar, and chatted with our John Cusack look alike bartender Frank both nights, and made lots of friends with fellow skiers from around the U.S. and Canada. The guy sitting next to me was drunk when he rolled up, and upon sitting ordered a bottle of wine for himself. Needless to say, we were all buds, and I was sharing his wine by the end of the dinner. His "friend" was in the room for some reason, so he ended up telling us all of his stories about getting pins in his arms after riding and subsequently falling off an Arabian/Polish horse bare back on the beaches of the Hamptons. I couldn't make this up. He had all kinds of offbeat stories and additions to everyone's comments. I think he was trying to bed down with the Canadian guys sitting with us, even though I'm pretty sure they weren't gay, mostly because he said he thought he was gonna get lucky with them. He also stripped off his sweater to unveil his ripped off sleeveless black t-shirt midway through the dinner. No straight guys do that. However, he did give me an open mouthed goodnight kiss after jotting down his number and where he was skiing the next day, so he might go both ways. Who knows. Wine works in mysterious ways.

We also ate at the Austrian-inspired Alpenhof bistro twice for lunch because the meats, and cheese, and soups were so yummy, and then once at the mountain-side restaurant in the Four Seasons which was equally terrific. I had dedicated over a month to losing weight, and between the snow-in and the food in JH, I've officially tipped the scales. I never thought I would be a fat person, but my love for food now prevents me from ever being thin again. Fine, I said it.

I was also a gross cougher, sneezer, stuffed or runny nosed person the entire time there. The day we flew out, my sinus infection came back out of nowhere, and my cough grew progressively worse from time zone to time zone on the plane. I woke up healthy, and I arrived in Wyoming completely sick with chills, dryness, and the worst cough I've had in years. It was like Everest altitude sickness only at 6237 ft. I slept 12 hours that night, and the morning only brought the most gnarly cotton mouth and tongue, and a whole lot f-ed up dreams involving the lead character from the movie Precious.

I reluctantly had a massage during our stay, and that was a mistake. The intense pressure on my nose while laying on my belly was almost unbearable. I was snorting and my nose was literally honking because the build-up was competing with me trying to breath through my nose while laying face down. Snot actually dripped out of my nose through the head rest thing onto the floor twice. I could hardly stand myself. I had to ask for tissues mid-way, and cough all the while flashing my bare tits and big ass at this poor guy probably struggling to even perform his job. It was ugly. Not to mention in the middle, the massage therapist also had a coughing fit. He kept gulping on his drink loudly and ahhing after swallowing, which made me sick. I hate the sound of people audibly drinking. I hate the sound of lips gently coming apart when people begin to talk. He was doing all of these things at once. Barf.

He also had calluses on his thumbs that nearly cut open my back. At first, I thought he was holding something like a piece of paper, a zipper, or a pocket knife maybe. What tore into my skin, I thought, could not be human. Who knows what was in this man's DNA, but he could very well have been the Wolfman with those hands. Probably something the old Lodge and Spa should consider when hiring. Just a thought.

Anyway, the whole trip was just great, and we got to do what we love to do just a few days a year.

Another thing I love to do is spend all of my free time looking at wedding stuff. I recently came across this stop motion Save the Date video set to Bright Eyes' song First Day of Life, which I also love. So, I have decided to end this post with the video, as well as the lyrics to this lovely song.

Save the date! 31 july 2010 from Kishi-Grover on Vimeo.

This is the first day of my life
Swear I was born right in the doorway
I went out in the rain, suddenly everything changed
They're spreading blankets on the beach

Yours was the first face that I saw
I think I was blind before I met you
I don't know where I am, I don't know where I've been
But I know where I want to go

So I thought I'd let you know
That these things take forever, I especially am slow
But I realized how I need you
And I wondered if I could come home

Remember the time you drove all night
Just to meet me in the morning?
And I thought it was strange, you said everything changed
You felt as if you just woke up

And you said
"This is the first day of my life
Glad I didn't die before I met you
Now I don't care, I could go anywhere with you
And I'd probably be happy"

So if you want to be with me
With these things there's no telling
We'll just have to wait and see
But I'd rather be working for a paycheck
Than waiting to win the lottery

Besides, maybe this time is different
I mean, I really think you like me