I Just returned from a ski weekend with the Arniboldi's, which can be considered a wild successful for the following reasons:

1) I got a new nickname: I have never had a nickname. However, since I now have stupidly shaggy hair with a detectable mullet, they have stopped calling me Estuar and now refer to me as "Sawyer," (the guy who has stupidly shaggy hair and trouble with authority from the TV Show, "Lost"). To make myself feel better, I now call "Pedro" (the tall, skinny 15-year old Arnibolidi with short hair) "Hurley" (the 4oo lb. fat 30-year old with long hair and an imaginary friend from "Lost"). I don't get it either.

2) I entered and won a ski race on Saturday. This impressed the Arniboldis. And as Lucho (Father Arniboldi) pointed out: It was especially impressive since I had been on a deserted Island for the last two years.

3) There was a lost in translation story, which always provides me entertainment:. I was watching Tennis with Lucho, and I asked him "Where do Roger Federer's endorsements come from?". Lucho methodically began telling me that Canada, Russia and a few other locations in Europe are where most of the indoors tournaments take place. However, those tournaments are typically boring, lack the high profile players, attract crappy sponsors, etc, etc.. About 2 minutes into his answer, he speculated "I think we misunderstand one another.. you did not ask about indoors tournaments, did you??" I said, "no... endorsements... but it is good to know more about the indoor tennis too".

4) The ski/snow pants I borrowed made me look sleek and slender. So too did the rear entry ski boots.

Things that weren't so successful: my ability to win board/card games against any member of the Arniboldi family. Games they destroyed me in on multiple occasions this weekend:
Connect Four (0-2)
Poker (0-1)
Chess (0-7) (I lost one game in 4 moves)
Othello (1-4)
Bullshit (0-2)
Dice game where bluffing is heavily involved (1-15)
Mario Brothers (0-1)
Sudoku (1-1)
Rocks Paper Scissors (1-2)
life (the game and real thing) (0-36).

Basically, I was humiliated. But I DID win a ski race in purple snow pants... against 10-years olds.

posted by Stu @ 6:58 PM   0 comments