The best, worst, weekend ever.

This weekend was crazy, I'm gonna give the short of it because I feel like watching a movie and just chilling tonight, I'm exhausted.

Lets just say that the layers of this weekend consisted of emotional smörgåsbord-ness, unmet expectations, theft, death, cold, blindness, sleet, off roading, too much money spent, fragility and friendship...

As a basic break down of all that, I was freaking out about the Craigslist thing (worked itself out, probably some pissant just being a dick), then I thought people wouldn't show up for the ski trip to the Andes, it was raining and the metro opened 45 minutes later than we were supposed to meet at it. We get together, only four of us show up out of the eight or so who said they'd be there, and rent stuff then leave on the bus. The rest of that trip was uneventful except there are so many switch backs in the Andes to get to the resorts that they're numbered... and they decided to start at one again after reaching 45...

Ok, I can see that I'm going the route of a long post, so I'm gonna abridge it now: We get to the mountain, conditions are so bad that only the rope tow was open, we go to the second mountain. There we can't see more than about 30 feet at the best of times, the other times it was even worse. I rented some goggles, we went skiing. Justin boards, about as quick as I am on skis, Naveen had never snowboarded before and did about three runs the whole time, Casey was a decent skier, keeping up w/the rest of us.

We go in for lunch, I don't get served until almost 45 minutes after everyone else, and my gloves, hat and rental goggles were stolen while we were sitting right there... 

I decide to give snowboarding a try and while I was out there falling every few feet I remembered why I decided against it when I was in 5th grade. 

We get to the end of the day and its time to go only we're told there was an avalanche and no one is leaving for the night so we have to stay in a lodge owned by the University of Santiago. We went to a bar because that was the only place with food... and drinks...

We headed out today around noon to see the devastation of one house and much of the road at the bottom of the mountains, the mud slide (my uncle says there was geological activity during the storm last night) took the lives of two parents and their one year old daughter while injuring eight others.

The whole weekend was covered with a comical woe-is-me mood, but I could see how ridiculous that was while all these things were going on, as well as a certain perspective with my own problems and those of the people buried in the mud. Luckily I was in good company and I found that though I was depressed and had my stuff stolen and was stranded in the middle of nowhere and were close to three tragic deaths we kept our spirits high.

I wish I could go far deeper into all of that, maybe I'll write it sometime, but it was an exhausting weekend and I definitely could use some rest.

Life is good, even when its shitty. We just need to remember that.

Peace.