Well my trip could have gone better. -.- My Uncle was doing okay until he started to get into subjects he knows I want nothing to do with. I'm not going to go over every little thing that went wrong, just the big things that were a pain and focus on the main events.
The first day, Dec 29th, I picked him up at my Grandmother's house and we went to a Budget Airport parking for $4 a day. Took the shuttle to the terminal and all that Jazz. He kept complaining about me wanting to get there 2 hours before the flight. I simply had to drag him to where the TSA check bags and show him the growing huge pile they had to go through. Its not just us that has to get through security. That shut him up for a few hours on that subject, why the hell he brought it up again and again during the trip I will never know. Thats not what ticked me off. Bring up a man by the name of Walter is what did it.
This man name Walter comes across as an intelligent man, gived the air of a school physiologist professional. He's not, he lives off connections and tried to sink his claws into me. And when that failed he tried to do that to my friend. It didn't last before she got away from him too, but he blames me. But this man who has so many connections and plays the game so well can ruin your reputation and lay down false trails to those who don't know the parties he's trying to lay the trails to. I want nothing to do with the man or to even speak of him. But he continued to bring him up during the trip every few hours. I know Walter is using my Uncle to fish for information about my friend. He gets everything my Uncles hears about me, I have no one to stop the information flow for me.
Our first flight was to DFW to switch to a flight to Albuquerque. My Uncle had a rental waiting for us and I was shocked to learn he didn't reserve an small SUV considering we would be going into the mountains. Great. We stopped in Old Town to have lunch, very good, I can't remember the restaurant's name. Only bad thing about New Mexico is that just about everything pretty much has Chile in it I found out. I can't tolerate even mild spicy due to a surgery when I was in Middle school so finding food during our trip was a narrowed selection. We drove an hour to Santa Fe. The drive was horrible for me. I apparently learned a new driving habit of my Uncle's; he has an 'infatuation' with lines on the right side of the car!!!! My side of the car! I had to snap at him through out the drive so the right tire wasn't on the line and that he didn't start to straddle it. Scary as hell when you're in a multilane highway and in the center lane!!! x.x Needless to say he wasn't happy with me snapping at him the entire way... oi And no, its not just on the highway, he did it in the city too...
After we got our stuff to the house we went around looking at rental deals and getting the last of the stuff I'd need so I wouldn't freeze my butt off. I needed googles that allowed me to wear my glasses, a thermal shirt, and a face mask. I had pretty much everything else. However it cost just over $100 for those three things... We found out that the Ski mountain had a great deal on rental and lessons on snowboarding. Rental for board and boots plus two two hour lessons at $80. I had already bought the rest of my snow gear in my hometown... which sucked. Because while it was cheap and the right kind of clothes... the only sizes they had that were mine were all WHITE! I looked like a freaking astronaut..... oi.....
Soon it was time to go to dinner. My Uncle had had reservations at a Gourment restaurant.... I'm there in a pink long sleeve shirt with a purple Inu-Yasha shirt over it.... great my dear Uncle, couldn't have warned me we'd be going to such a swazzy joint. They took our COATS! Thats how swazzy it was. Other than feeling under dressed and sourly out of place the food was great! No just pretty but GOOD. I had the lobster bistro and had some of my Uncle's Elk while I tried the hen.... I much perfered the Elk. Expensive, I'm sure just my half of the meal cost $30-40. But oh it was so good. The restaurant;s name was the Coyote Cafe. Its very discreet. You enter the door under the sign and go up about twenty steps on the left before you step onto the actual floor the resturant is on.
After that my Uncle wanted to go on a walk to the town's square... I'm still in jeans and freezing my butt off. He thankfully took us to the Saint Franic hotel, I think. Its a really grand but simple. They had a real grand staircase and fireplace. They served us hot Chocolate that was really good right there by the fireplace. After about 20 minutes I resoluted that if I was going to get my butt up the next day early to get to the mountain base on time to signed up for lessons we needed to get back. So even though my butt was still thawing we set out again into the cold and this time trying to find the car. We got back to the rental arguing over the plans for the day. What time to leave, and all that stuff after my lessons. I got him to settle for just 7, I think... o.O I'm not a morning person and since its been a few days I didn't keep a diary... I don't remember.
So next morning I get up and get ready. And... get scared again. A little bit of ice stars froze over the windshield. Instead of scraping them off and letting the car warm up he starts driving! The glass starts foging and he stars to strattle the middle of the road this time because he can't see! Does he stop? NO. x.x Ei. Even when it does start to clear he starts his little love dance with right lines as we go up the mountain... and he's goes right onto the slushy parts on the right, can I say rant? Cause I did. The right side of the road up was mostly clear but the left side,... scary.... they needed to salt it again, BADLY. x.x So we get there and find out where everything is and I wrangle a $20 out of him for food and anything else I might need... This ass tried to fill himself as my guardian on both the rental forms and the lesson forms. I'm well past legal age idiot. His excuse, "We'll I'm paying for everything." I say, "Are you my legal guardain?" He won't answer and I take the forms from him and start new ones.Good grief. -.-' oi.
So I get my board, which is an LTR (they just started coming out with this kind of board for beginnings in the last two years) and my boots. Switch boots and put my snow boots in a locker. Thankfully my jacket has good pockets and I can stick my wallet, papers, and my friend's camera that she so graciously let me borrow into them. My first lessons didn't go to well. First we had to mess with the boot setting on the board because apparently they can't be set up as a normal for those learning to ride, they were killing my ankels. At this point I'm really starting to feel altitude sickness. I fight is until we get to the top and I get off the lift, I fall and my left ankle flares in pain. I have to stuggle to not hyper venalate. I call it quits for that lesson and walk down the slope. I go to the cafe they got and get some food and water and struggle. I go the shop to get some chapstick and then go back up to the cafe. By the time the first half of the lessons has ended and I ran into a father and son who were in my group. The mom and another son who were taking Ski lessons were there too. She offered me some alieve, bless her. That, hot cocoa with a bit of coffee cream, and another hour to sit out did the trick. I wasn't supper better but I would manager. So we go down to get our boards and wait for the next lesson. We get a different intructor who help me a lot. We found out I'm goofy footed. Meaning I lead with my right foot, not my left. And that was why I was having so much trouble, I was being taught to go with my left. Also my board was set up for a regular footed person, which made it even harder!!! By the end of the lesson I was finally starting to get the hang of it and beginning to brake right.
But our lessons were over and I would be leaving the next day, bummer. I was SO SO SO SORE!!! I was looking forward to the Japanese Spa down the mountain pass to soak. Only to find my Uncle waiting at the base of the slope angry. I apparently was 40 minutes late. He apparently assumed I was illresposable and went on another slope or something, got injured and was freaking out. He had bugged the ski patrol, first aid, and the site manager even though he was told they don't end exactly on the same time. I was angry becasue I actually started to get the hang of it, so what if I was late. And how dare he think I would do something stupid as that! He rushed me and harrassed me to hurry up and get my stuff and return my rental which only made me moodier. I couldn't find and thank that kid's parent again either. And to punish me he wouldn't take me to the Japanese spa to get a 20 minute soak in the women's bath. He said that we didn't have time, lair. By the time we got to house and sat around for another 45 minutes before leaving to go out of town a hour drive to another restauranthe made reservations at. This place didn't take our coats and was most tradidtional mexican food I've ever had. It was GOOD but modestly priced. I was still upset with him, I was in pain and I knew what I was feeling was dull in comaprison to what pain I was really in because I was given alieve, which last 12 hours. So we have dinner and leave, and I am in a royal mood.
The next day when I woke up I hurt in places I didn't think I could ever hurt. Muscles on my chest, neck, legs, even my butt with everything I expected would hurt. I was hard getting out of bed and into the shower. It did little to sooth my poor muscles. Packing was awful. My Uncle didn't seem to notice or care. We ate a pastery shop downtown and were snippy with each other. We split ways for about half an hour and meet up at the La Fonda hotel. It was a pretty place. Out in the square near it there was an ice sculpture set of raindeers and a sleigh. There were only seven though, one of them had apparently fallen and broken into many pieces. They were pretty though. I swear my uncle likes to try my patience. "So there are always eight?" "Unless Rodolph is there, then its nine." I walked away from him toward to direction I knew the car was, though not which street.
We got the car and I put my headphones on, pointly ignoring him and trying to ignore my pain. An hour or so later we were back in Albaquerque with a little over an hour to spare. So we went to the Pheblo Culture center and musuem and then to the restaurant. The traditional fried bread is over 7,000 calories a piece! They're huge pieces though, I are only a 1/5 of it... my uncle are the rest.... o.O and he's a doctor... and not a very fit one either...
So we leave and stop at old town for him to get coffee from a shop he promised a lady to buy from and then off to the airport. Returned our rental and got on the suttle. Same old, same old. We got through security quickly, and my uncle grumbled again and spit off the same answer and he shut up. Ugh. When we were leaving with the rental car the lady though I was his wife, EW!!! Difference of 30 years! GROSS! Ugh. What I did find out is my uncle as a cougar after him back home in his city! ROFL!!!
Anyways back on topic, so we sit around for about another hour. I mail off some postcards. Our gate was changed and I saved my uncle from going to the wrong one. Our flight was a little late. Oh I wish I had been thinking and pulled out my camera, the carts infront of me by the gate door had stickers on them. One said R2D2 and the other C3PO. I am not kidding! XD Sadly my uncle didn't get the joke or anything for that matter... and its sad because its his generation and all... so sad. Well on the flight to DFW I sat next to an Army dude heading to Virginia for training. On the flight home from DFW I saw between two Airforce dudes with a few more around after I gave my seat up so a couple and their two kids would all be sitting in the same row. It was an interesting trip.... a little boy, perhaps 2 and his mother sat behind me. He got up out of his seat and began to run up and down the walkway. Not in a bad way, he was doing just for the sake of moving and not making a racket or bugging anyone. Then when his mom finally got him back to seat.... he crawled undermine! Everyone who could see him was trying to hold their laughs, his legs were in the walkway and he was tugging on my jeans! So Kawaii!! The Airforce dude really found it funny.
So its the 31st with 2 hours till midnight and already people are, illegally, setting fireworks off in the city. They don't go high be we can see them from the windows. Kinda funny, as the air force dude next to me pointed out that we could see a cop car just one street over. So we land, get our bags, get on the suttle to the car, and leave. I drop him off, still annoyed with him for SO many reasons, I am not going to put them all in here. I go to my friends house, give her the camera and gets something to eat with her. Then midnight hits and the day if over.
I know there are errors, I'll get them later, I'm too tired for right now.