One of the best things about New York is the fact that you can choose what you pay for things. Feel like balling out and dropping $300 on a meal? No problem. Want to spend $3 on falafel from Mamoun’s? Even better.
That’s why when my friends and I decided we wanted to get away for a weekend and go skiing, we opted for a $150 all-inclusive Chinatown tour. Sure, it’s not Aspen, but for what our après ski lacked in hot tubs and luxury it made up for in shenanigans and the kind of laughter where you’re not sure if you’re bladder will hold out. From my experience, the best memories are not the ones where everything goes smoothly, but rather the ones where everything doesn’t and the hilarity that ensues.
Our trip started at 8am on Saturday, in Chinatown. It was cold as all shit, and the Egg McMuffin I picked up on the way to the bus stop was frozen solid by the time we actually boarded the bus.
After a four hour ride on the outlet-less bus and a gourmet rest stop lunch at Quiznos, we made it to our first destination – a farm for a winter sleigh ride. We arrived at the farm an hour early, which left us with plenty of time to explore the ground and make some new friends.
After the farm, we went straight to our Best Western in the lovely Keene, NH – and were let loose for the remainder of the night. With all that Keene has to offer (we were across the street from McDonalds AND Walmart…location guys, location), we didn’t really know where to start. Naturally, we began where any night worth writing about begins – Tinder. My wonderful friend Abby volunteered to sacrifice her account and began right swiping like her life depended on it…hitting all matches with a copypasta message about four crazy girls stuck in a Best Western looking for a party.
If there’s one thing Keene, NH has going for itself, it’s Keene State College – a notorious party school. We decided early on in our Tinder escapades that we were going to relive our college days for the nights (judge all you want…but when you’re stuck in a small town with nothing to do, the threshold of acceptable and worthwhile activities lowers significantly) and “crash” a few parties.
This plan went as expected…dorm parties are lame and we felt very old despite our newly assumed aliases as NYU college seniors. We still had fun.
We didn’t stay late because we had to wake up at 6am the following morning to ski. I was in bed by 11:50 with my end of the night Easy Mac and dreams of fresh snow in my head.
The skiing at Mt. Snow was was great, since my friends and I are were all at different ability levels we ended up separating and doing our own thing. For me this meant snowboarding (I’ve been skiing since before I could walk…but my boarding skills leave much to be desired), and falling a fair amount – but not nearly as much as I expected.
We left the mountain at 2pm, with a four hour bus ride ahead of us…of course this did not go as planned, and we ended up spending ten hours on the bus with one bathroom break to boot. But like I said in the beginning…I’ll remember that.