On the Wednesday it was my final skiing lesson, and I pretty much stayed in bed until it started. We actually went on the slopes, and it was such a confidence boost to see my improvement from the first day. We each got a certificate which was cute, and then Bobby and I went to Pas 83 for some drinks. I stayed in there with the reps and the Lincoln lot and got a little tipsy on BOGOF gins doing drinking games!
That night it was the 'Mountain Meal', which was actually in Milwaukee, a bar around the corner from the hotel, not up the mountain! I wore a new blue sequin dress as it was a chance for us to dress up nicely for once. We had chicken wings for starter, followed by ribs with jacket potato and coleslaw, and apple cobbler and custard for dessert. It was all you could drink as well, so we definitely made the most of that! There was a band on afterwards and drinking games, so it was a really fun night. Unfortunately I swallowed my tongue stud which was a little annoying, Pete the rep did an announcement in case anyone had a spare!

The following day I went skiing with Lydia and a doctor she had met the night before called Matt. We did a red run a couple of times, and then Matt took me up to do the run I was going to have to do that afternoon after apres-ski at the panoramic bar at the top. It was pretty scary, and so steep! I was OK to begin with, and then I got my skis caught and my boot wasn't tight enough so I twisted my leg - I had to be rescued and taken down in a bodybag! I went back and got changed and then we headed up to the bar where we had a couple of mulled wines and watched a band play. Lydia and I got to take the chairlift down as we were the cripples (!) which was pretty funny drunk. We had a few after in Pas 83 and chatted with the reps, then went sledging, which was so much fun!

Everyone's spirits were a little low that night, the week was catching up with us, and most had peaked too soon. It was jungle themed, I was a 'snake', and we went out (very late!) to Shamrocks and then finished in Underground. Most people left quite early, but I was determined, so stayed out with random other stragglers and the reps. The next morning we had to tidy up the room and pack our bags ready to check out at 4pm. We got the coach at 5.40pm, and started the horrific journey home. I felt so ill I basically slept the whole way, leaving everyone with the lovely memory of me looking like death in my 70s style pyjamas!
It was such an awesome week, I loved every minute. I am so glad that even if it was a little belated, I finally dragged myself onto a ski trip, as I would certainly do one again, and Andorra was ideal for a novice like myself!
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