Thursday, 12:30 p.m. to Friday 1:37 a.m: We arrived at DCA to check in and get our bags searched by chaperones, Jenna’s bag is the only one to be searched.

“Looks like you’ve finished all the vodka Jenna,” Jim Kuhn joked as he sniffed her nalgene.

After a two and a half flight to Chicago, we find that our flight has been delayed for another two hours.  Some pass the time by walking around or playing cards, but SGA president Aaron Schiffrin decides to explore the Chicago cuisine and purchases the unique ‘McRib’ from the airport McDonalds.  We finally land in the freezing Denver weather only to board a bus for another two and a half hours.  I get off the bus dazed and excited but I walk up to my room and collapse on the pull-out couch while spooning Eddie Jones.

 Friday 7:45 a.m: The harsh ringing of my cell phone alarm clock awakens my bunk mates. Daniel Schiffrin is drooling.  I throw up a little in my mouth.

7:52 a.m: After contemplating the meaning of life and whether or not I should say goodbye to Eddie after that intimate night’s sleep, I jump up ready to shred.

 Our advanced shredding skills deem us too sophisticated for in-bound territory on Breckenridge.  Jones, Will Deustch, Jonny Mehrez (STATE CHAMP) and myself unstrap our boots and bindings and begin the 500 ft hike up to fresh powder.  Our inch-a-minute pace degrades our confidence, but after eating a rejuvenating lunch of frozen sandwiches we trek onwards to our fantasy of fresh snow.

Photo by Jenna Mahaffe.

11:34 a.m:

3:30 p.m: Finally, we reach the hot tubs where the search for the girls starts, but all we find is a damn good looking Henry Kuhn.

 9:52 p.m: After the long day of skiing, we pass out to sweet dreams of fresh powder.

Saturday

8:01 a.m: I wake up. My big toe is the size of a small baby and resembles a color similar to that of a moldy sandwich. Awesome. Mr. Mornini (champ) takes me to get new boots.

9:37 a.m: Jenna calls me impatiently, screaming at me to get the &*^@ on the mountain. I joke that I will be 30 minutes, and she calls me a &^%$#.

12:56 p.m: Schiff and I get food. Jenna Mahaffie and Kevin Cecala eat it all.

1:37 p.m: Eddie charges it down the slope, as usual. He hits a small tree and proceeds to do three flips, right into Kevin, who gets stuck in between the pressure of the mountain and the brute strength of a strapping young man. He claims to have enjoyed it.

3:47 p.m: The boots and buckles finally come off. The hot tub helps relieve some of our pain, but can’t do the same to Eddie and Kevin’s embarrassment.

6:36 p.m: Eddie, Jonny, Jesse Crane, Emma Bird, Julia Cole, Rachel Osnos and I head down to Lonestar sports to pickup Eddie’s helmet-camera. Greg, the owner (aka El Gordo), gets us reservations at Jalepeños, a restaurant that is located in the basement of a hotel. The owner could not have been any funnier, he took shots of tequila in the back and by the end of our meal we could not understand a word he said. Somehow he got the girls to tango with him and he brought a young Argentinean waitress over to teach the guys.

11:17 p.m: I get a real bed tonight, plus its supposed to snow!

Sunday

7:30 a.m: 6-10 inches of new snow on the mountain, SICK.

8:35 a.m: The lifts opened five minutes ago. Crap, we’re so late, but now we are up, up and away.

9:02 a.m: We ride to the top of the t-bar lift, only to be greeted by ridiculous winds and a whiteout. Eddie switches on the camera and down we go. We finally get to the safety of the tree line, but of course Jenna has to make sure she looks good for the camera and we have to wait for her.

9:17 a.m: I emerge from the powdery abyss, screaming in ecstasy. Eddie follows in quick pursuit, screaming about his sick grab he pulled in the trees. I ask how the filming went and he starts to cry when he thought he forgot to turn the camera on.

9:47 a.m: Eddie suggests the name “East to West, Shred the Gnar” for his ski video, Jenna and Schiffy want to kick him out of the group.

12:56 p.m: We finally come in for lunch. Jenna destroys all previously learned restaurant etiquette as she complains like the little girl she is about her “cold” feet.

“All of our feet are cold Jenna,” I respond, and she whimpers in defeat and agony.

“It’s the price of pow” someone else responds. Bingo, movie name.

Photo by Jenna Mahaffe.

3:46 p.m: Last run of the day, and idiotically I lead the group through the trees. Schiffy has a fight with a tree, but loses. He comes out with some serious battle wounds and claims it will impress the slampieces.

5:30 p.m: Eddie, Jonny and I return the camera and examine the footage. The majority of it consists of Eddie looking into various goggles and asking, “Bro, is it on?”

7:47 p.m: Schiffy returns from the doctor cleaned up, but adorned with a sling. He is now the epitome of the ‘Price of Pow.’

9:45 p.m: Karaoke begins. Jonny sings “Love Shack” with Jake, Mr. Kuhn’s favorite son.

Monday

7:54 a.m: We have a ton of food left over, so of course Eddie and I decide to cook up 15 eggs, some sausage, bacon and hot dogs for breakfast.

9:00 a.m: Shredding the slopes as usual, but the winds are trying to hold us back closing a majority of the lifts and creating below-zero temperatures.

10:03 a.m: Lift six opened as we skied past. FIRST TRACKS!

11:33 a.m: Eddie loses his glove on the hike above the Imperial Lift. On his way down to get the glove he slips and reinjures his shoulder. Like the strapping lad he is, he pops it back in and skis down to the base. Will and I get a phone call and are extremely confused about what happened.

Photo by Jenna Mahaffe

2:52 p.m: We find a nice little lip off of the t-bar. I promise Jonny and Will that if they try 360’s, I will try one too. They come pretty close. Other skiers on the t-bar laugh as they pass us. I try as promised and get wrecked. Jenna didn’t try a 360, but just watched and laughed hysterically.

11:00 p.m: The group, minus the antisocial sophomores, play “Catchphrase” late into the night. At one point I can’t breathe because I’m laughing at Jonny and his clues.

Tuesday

5:03 a.m: It’s way too early, but it’s time to get on the bus.

5:20 p.m: We landed almost an hour ago and we are still waiting for our bags. We vote for the SGA president to go talk to the airport personnel, but he fails us yet again, proving that he is completely unqualified. Kevin shows his true leadership and takes command. Our bags come out 10 minutes later.

5:30 p.m: Time to say goodbye, but we get to see each other tomorrow in school, so it is going to be ok.

5:45 p.m: We’re now stuck in traffic, but I turn to Will and Jonny and ask, “When can we sign up for next year?”