So after a prosecco or 2, Biggy Smalls felt revived enough to attempt the journey down to apres. Only it wasn't to be as easy as all that, since 4 days of ski school weren't quite enough to prepare her for the slushy mogul fields of the four super busy blue runs that led down the mountain to Krazy Kanguruhs.
After waiting a loooong time, and seeing none of the others, we concluded that they must all still be together, making their way in their own time, so we carried on down the ever-busying runs to Das Mooser Hotel near MooserWirt and a well earned cider.
A little later, the other beginners arrived and I was a touch concerned to see Biggy Smalls was not with them. "I don't know, she's not my responsibility," I was told as I looked on in horror. Oh. My. God. She was by herself, completely stuck half way up a mountain, unable to get down, hating us all for leaving her - HOLY FUCK AND ALL WHO SAIL IN HER! Straight on the phone, I rang and I rang without success until finally a small voice on the end of the line said she'd be there in 5. "OH MY GOD BIGGY SMALLS! I never would have left you had I not known you were with the others - you know that right??" Biggy Smalls was all coolness, like the positive pocket rocket that she is. "I met this guy called Paul, he was so nice", she squealed. "He showed me how to get down, he was amazing, I'm just so proud of myself, I DID IT!! Don't worry FB, I'll see you in a sec."
Never so glad have I been than when she walked up to our table and joined in the dancing, happy as Larry, while a fellow apres-er in full ski regalia in the background impersonated Michael Jackson, complete with moon walking in ski boots and crotch grabbing, to a bar full of skiers and boarders all smiles and silliness.