Sadly, I didn't see any of the Real Housewives

I finally made it to Beaver Creek this weekend, a pretty swanky resort in Colorado, that I've been excited about visiting ever since I heard you get free chocolate chip cookies at 3 o'clock.  It was a beautiful day too, clear skies and fresh snow, you can't complain about that.

I made a 6 or 7 year old friend on the first ski lift.  She was wearing head-to-toe pink, which I loved, and had little flower pedals on the bottom of her ski poles.  Pretty much the cutest thing I saw all day.  We started chatting and she told me about the kid adventure areas, marked with a smilie face on the map, so my goal was to seek those out later in the day.  I mean, she really talked them up.

...and they were my favorite runs.  We skied through teepee's and deserted "cities" and long tunnels, all over moguls through the trees in which I laughed and laughed as I sloppily bumped along.  I realized quickly she was probably a much better skiier than I am!

And before we knew it, it was 3pm.  That's cookie time.

Pure enjoyment, can't you tell?

I ended the day standing in the middle of the Ritz Carlton, looking for any celebrities.  I took about 10 steps inside the massive lodge and fell, legs flailing in the air, right on my booty.  It was awesome.  And by awesome, I mean really embarrassing.  I was sad Camille Grammer and her housewife friends were not around because I know they would have helped me off the floor and my debut on Bravo would have been a classy one, obviously.