Before we get on with today’s travel blooper, I would like to point out that I have been blogging now for like three straight weeks! And my beautiful closet is still beautiful. And I survived my first Def Leppard concert… but more on that later. In the meantime, here’s a little nugget involving a ski lift, a cookie and… well, just read on.
Colorado, circa 2011: I flew to Denver for the TBEX convention at Vail Resorts. It was my first time going to any sort of blogger meet-up and I was desperate to make a good impression so I selected a super cute outfit for the opening reception and made my way to the designated mountain (yes, mountain) at the appointed time and got in line for the gondolas.
I learned how to ski before I learned how to walk, so chair lifts have never fazed me and gondolas are to chair lifts are water bumper lanes are to bowling: easy. So easy, in fact, that the conference organizers had stationed staff at each stop with gourmet chocolate chip cookies and chilled glasses of champagne.
Never one to miss out free stuff, I helped myself and by the time we had switched into the third gondola, my hands were full.
It was at this precise moment that my nose, never one to behave, decided to finally succumb to the altitude and started bleeding profusely: all over me, my cute outfit, my glass of champagne and my free cookie.
And although gondolas are perfectly nice in most regards, they don’t have bathrooms, or paper towel dispensers.
Moral of the story? When traveling at high altitudes, always carry a pack of tissues. Or, wear ugly clothes that you don’t mind ruining.