Username: M00N
Name: Concetta - Italian Origins
Gender: Female
What has been their worst vacation?:
"Have you ever been skiing in shorts? I could probably leave my explanation there but I know you'd just be so begging to hear more, even though my line has explained itself well enough.
It's never the destination as much as the journey in cases like these. The little things that go wrong along the way, how they build up into the Big Disaster. But you're sick of my rambling already. So I lost a bet, went back on my word, blah blah, the classic comedic mishap. There's nothing to it, the standard cliche, no different, you'd might as well have been watching a sitcom from the 80's, 90's, any decade really.
'Oh tell it, tell it,' you're thinking-- but believe me I know it already, curiosity, familiar to all who care to know its nature. There's no choice for me though, so what, I'd said I'd never tell them but I couldn't help myself. What had I told 'them,' and who exactly? Never make a mistake twice, even if it's become irrelevant. Anyway, to get back on track, I guess it was more of a blackmail than a dare, but a lighthearted blackmail from their point of view if that's imaginable. They knew I couldn't keep my word, but they'd be nothing if they weren't able to at least think up the worst torture imaginable to endure when I failed. My 'oh so funny' punishment had me on a plane to the Swiss Alps. Original, if you ask me, but also the perfect plot, what better to hit me where it'd hurt me the most. Riding up a ski lift in a t-shirt and short-shorts. I wish I could repeat the word plastered on the back of them. How could I forget my boots, kiddie ski poles, and the neon pink skis themselves, the icing on the cake of failure and stupidity? The look on the guide's face was priceless as she told me, shivering with my shameful tears frozen on my face, that I'd be taking the lift back down. She'd need to guess again, I thought, pushing past her and sending myself down the slope with surprising force considering my situation. The only thing worse than skiing down like that would be riding down alone on the lift, my 'friend' with the go-pro ready to abandon me, I had thought. The lift down to the resort's medical center in the helicopter was infinitely worse."
