A Chilly St. Patrick's Day

In these parts that old saying about March as both lamb and lion can play out in a single day, as we learned here yesterday.

The day started with Slave eating his breakfast out on the patio in bright sunshine, after some lovely St. Patrick's Day wake-up sex.

But by the time we got up to the ski mountain, dark clouds had gathered and the wind was whipping something fierce. There was even some fresh snow to ski on.  Sadly, we had underdressed for the occasion, and were pretty danged cold.  Mistress and Slave, if they had their druthers, would have beat a hasty retreat down the mountain for some "indoor fun". But our daughter whined that she only had a week to ski and therefore she was not going to be cowed by some hurricane strength winds and a white out.

Fortunately, even she had more of this bone chilling weather  than she could handle by around 2 pm, allowing us to throw in our frozen neckgaters and call it a day.

Back at the cabin, Mistress and Slave had a good excuse to brew some tea and retreat to our bed for some "shared bodily warmth".  We came up for air around 7 pm, and headed to a local bar to celebrate our Irish heritage.

Fortunately, the venue was lively, with good music and dancing. It was so much better than the stuffy affair I typically attend on St. Patrick's Day back in River City, a room full of "Friendly Sons", all in tuxedos, trying to impress one another with how important they are.  This was just pure fun and frolic, in the shadow of our beautiful snow dusted mountains.

Our not yet 20 "spring breaker" was happy that she was not carded, and that her Dad could order some alcoholic beverages for her. She even got asked to dance by some local who looked twice her age.

She bashfully demurred.

Fortunately, the sun is out again this AM, and should be out for a good chunk of the week.

On today's agenda is an apres ski slideshow by the Ski Patrol member that Mistress has been lusting for these last few years.  He's the guy who "summers" on Mt. Everest, and spend some of this winter climbing and treking in Antarctica. Mistress has been stalking him on facebook.

Last night, a mutual admirer of this mountain man mentioned to both of us that she would be at tonight's presentation of his latest adventures, drooling from the front row if possible.

"You don't need to me there, Mick. I think Molly and I can handle it."

"Don't worry",  I said, "I'm just happy to watch....."

I wasn't sure if in her St. Patrick's Day buzz, she got my meaning.