Oh What a Night

The Black and White ball was so much fun!  The special events committee did such an awesome job and everyone looked beautiful.  My sources tell me the party raised $18,000 for the Junior League of Salt Lake City!  

Here are some pictures.

The band was phenomenal - if I ever host a big party *cough*or wedding *cough* in Utah, I will definitely have the Soul Survivors!  We boogied to Stevie Wonder, Diana Ross, The Temptations, James Brown and all the classics!

Thank you for the wardrobe advice.  I went with pearls on a ribbon (LKG tells me they are back "in," and I trust her more than anyone when it comes to fashion), a green wrap (gift from LKG, obvi), and nude patent Bettye Muller peep toes.

The Hills are Alive

The rescheduled Hidden Peak 6k was this weekend at Snowbird.  If you never thought you would see me voluntarily participate in a footrace, you are not the only one.  But I did it because Snowbird is my favorite mountain.  It's where we had an awesome ski season last year and I had my very first season pass.   P has almost gotten me killed on the slopes many times in dangerous situations, and I have, in turn, almost killed him as a result.  ROMANCE, you guys.  

But yes, Snowbird is GORGEOUS in the fall and Oktoberfest is going on, so it couldn't be a total fail... plus we'd get TEESHIRTS!

My friend Michelle rallied a bunch of girls to sign up for the 6k, so we headed up last Saturday, but it was cancelled due to weather.  With two hours until the start of Oktoberfest, we had to come up with a plan...

Huddle in the locker room...

Brittany, Lindsay, Michelle, Anne and me

We somehow consoled ourselves...

Michelle and Anne for the win!

The tram was running sporadically but we didn't want to get stuck at the top if it shut down...

So we headed into the tents when it was time.

Prost! Just like Munich.

On the way out we encountered something amusing.  I don't think Herr Balloonmeister realized exactly how hilarious it is to see a long, skinny, flesh-colored balloon being inflated by a dude in lederhosen.  Only those of us who'd been hitting the sauce since 10 a.m. would have noticed such a thing.

And because we hadn't consumed enough beer, brats, or latkes we went straight to Michelle's for a post-workout pasta feed.  Her home is beautiful and her cooking skills are unmatched.  Plus there is always plenty of wine flowing.  She is truly the hostess with the mostest.

Lindsay, Brittany, Michelle and Sue

This Saturday was another story.  Bright and early, and sunny, yay!

Someone got his season pass early.

I'm an athlete I swear

This race was so annoyingly hard, and so annoyingly UPHILL.  I like ski racing better because at least you take the lift UP and then try to go fast DOWN.  That is how it should be.

P took some nice pics at the top while he was waiting for me.  I was about a year or so behind him, and he didn't even have a number.  All that tennis has been paying off.

Red tram...

Beautiful Wasatch mountains.

There's Salt Lake in the valley, looking west...

And again.

This was cool.  

And here's me struggling to come in DFL (that's dead f-ing last, for the uninitiated).

It was hard.  REALLY HARD!  I was emotional.  Stick-to-it-iveness is not my forte.  I even dared internally to compare my struggle with the Von Trapp family fleeing the Nazis in the Alps. (I'm SO Liesl!)  Whatever it took.  

It was definitely an experience.