After working all morning and early afternoon, I was finally able to walk around this beautiful town. It's been snowing lightly all day and threatens to snow all night. I have a flight to LA tomorrow morning, and I pray it won't be delayed.
Because of the snow, the skies were white today rather than blue. Skiers were trooping all over the place in their ski boots, while I scampered in my sneakers, looking very much the doofus.
It was brisk outside, but I didn't mind the cold because everything was so picturesque - the town still decorated with Christmas ribbons, and the impossibly steep mountains with their advanced trails and evergreens.
Skiers were taking pictures as well, and packing the ritzy bars and restaurants. There is tons and tons of snow here, and it's startling to experience when it hasn't snowed a lick in New York. As I was being driven by one hotel guy, he expressed his exasperation with the snow. He also griped about his run-in with Elle McPherson at the hotel, who had been in a 'mood'.
Meanwhile, I need a serious starvation diet, pronto. I was shuffling about with my pants unbuttoned all day today, the result of all this hard work and free food. Good lord. I am only hoping that my condition will become so terrible that I am forced into action.
A coworker asked me how I felt about going from Aspen to LA. I told her that my parents, having lived in New England forever, have a very particular relationship with the thermostat. No joke. It is often 50 degrees inside, and I will wear wool pants, socks and layers to keep myself from turning blue. So packing for this trip was not an issue.
I'm visiting my parents for a family reunion of sorts, so there will be guests over. I am hoping the thermostat will get some action. If not, then the wool pants that I can barely button will go on!
Photo by myself today in Aspen, Colorado.