Awkward Encounters

I was complaining. I can’t exactly remember what I was complaining about but it wasn’t too important I’m sure. I need to stop complaining so much, I know that. Anyway so I was walking back to my hotel room with a little bit of a grumble in my tummy. Conveniently there was a plate of food right outside my door. I went to eat my dinner when I saw the crab. I like crab. I went over to break off a piece and the half I had just broken off flew halfway across the hall. I started to take a bite of the other half when I felt the cooked animal rock back and forth in my hands. I freaked. I mean..that’s disgusting. I threw that half across the room too and didn’t exactly feel like eating anymore. Rachel, my roommate for the hotel whom I didn’t realize was her right away came over and asked what was going on. I told her about the moving cooked crab and we looked at it for a sec before she responded saying, “well I guess you just got a difficult dinner!”

I turned to go inside the hotel room knocking and calling out for Rachel saying that I was coming and she ought not to be doing anything bad. Someone from the inside opened the door and I immediately focus on a group of people made up of people that I’ve only ever had awkward encounters with. No one in there had a normal relationship with me. I tried to ignore it though and asked about Rachel. Then someone responded and was like “rachel’s behind you.” I turned around and realized she was the one that I was talking to about the crab. Awkward.

I turned back around and started walking up the staircase on the left side of the room explaining all of my troubles to Tanner as we walked alongside the hill up to the top. Sooner rather than later we were snowboarding down said snowy hill zig sagging back and forth between “flags” which actually turned out to be photographers on one side and groups of individuals on the other. Our job was to photo bomb every single one by making a strange face as we zoomed past.  We reached the bottom fairly quickly when I realized I had just taught myself how to snowboard without falling.

Coach Santoski, a former field hockey coach who hardly ever expressed words of encouragement greeted me at the bottom and congratulated me for teaching myself how to snowboard and and making it down without falling. “I know! Isn’t it cool? I mean, unless we’re just dreaming right there?” gesturing to Tanner to confirm my suspicions. Tanner rolled his eyes and explained how if he experienced the whole thing with me than it couldn’t have been a dream…duh. I turned back to coach, “so no, this is not a dream.”