My first semester in b-school finally came to an end, which was definitely reason to celebrate. After finishing up exams and being greeted with our first major winter storm, we decided to take on Evanston for one last sloppy night out before parting ways for winter break. People were tackled in snow banks, a fire had to be put out at one bar, wallets were lost, snow balls were thrown INSIDE another bar, and yes, I danced on stage while a live band was playing. Let's just say the day after was not pretty.
The good news however, was that 650 of us did not actually have to part ways just yet... that's right, we were off to Steamboat, Colorado for the annual Kellogg ski trip - a week full of fresh powder and debauchery - here we go! The LUCKY ones (that's me) got the direct charter flight into Steamboat which in all honesty was a bit more tame than expected. It must have been the end of term exhaustion and after effects of the last night out that kept the booze hounds from getting too nutty on the plane. We arrived in good spirits and were ready to get the party started! The first major social event was a private concert with Tone Loc and Digital Underground and let's just say I got the week off to a good start. Lots of people were getting pulled on stage all night, but I waited for just the right time to make my move. Basically all the others just got up there and acted like "background dancers" but I proceeded to completely upstage Tone by shaking my ass all over like I was the headliner. He apparently appreciated it because when I backed-my-thang-up into him, he responded by smackin it and singing Wild Thing to me. People are still laughing about that one!
The next big party was The White Party held on the top of the mountain. I must say, I was relatively impressed with the level of participation and of course, I'd been waiting weeks to debut my new white look. DJ Angola of NYC's APT fame was on hand to provide the soundtrack for the evening and despite his better judgment, he played Living on a Prayer to close out the evening.
After The White Party we proceeded back to the condos for an after party, where I found people doing "dunkaroos". Yes, believe it or not, highly intelligent 30-year old MBAs will actually dunk their head into an ice bath just to make a shitty beer hit them harder. *SHAKES HEAD* The party went on for much of the night although only the strong survived till the wee hours. At one point a few of us ladies were "invited" to dance on the kitchen table, but apparently that didn't go too well because a few minutes later I was tackled by some guy and dragged out of the condo kicking. He tossed me on my ass and shut the door. Long story short, we took the party elsewhere, took the next day off from skiing and attended a fabulous kegs and eggs event instead. That night we enjoyed a few lovely hours in some local hot springs and then had an eventful ride back to the resort in a busted up van. Let's just say, we coasted down mountain roads with no lights and no power steering. Not sure how we lived through that one but it helped that we had a van load of girls with terrible voices that were willing to sing their hearts out to pass the time and the discomfort of wet bathing suits.
Skiing was absolutely amazing all week - fresh powder, amazing weather and a great crew that stuck together much of the time and had a blast exploring all sorts of terrain. Ok, enough of the ski talk, let's get back to the fun stuff. I forgot to mention that when we first arrived at our condo we decided to move all of our beds into one room so we could have a slumber-party type environment. And while Bed Island was a hot topic of discussion and a great concept, it only works if you vote the snoring beasts off the island! BLEE!!! The last major social event was the 80s cover band on the last night of the trip. I'm going to keep it short and simple - I threw drinks, crowd-surfed, had a photo shoot in the bathroom, battled danced some second years, recorded a spanking video and watched the sun come up from the hot tub. Enough said. Well, enough for this website at least!
The trip ended with me, KJ and Lolita taking a nap on the airport floor, drinking bloody mary's and me trying to convince the airport employees that I was a celebrity who should be upgraded to first class. And, from what I hear, some of these ridiculous stories and pictures are going to be recounted for all in our school newspaper. Great.
My first semester in b-school finally came to an end, which was definitely reason to celebrate. After finishing up exams and being greeted with our first major winter storm, we decided to take on Evanston for one last sloppy night out before parting ways for winter break. People were tackled in snow banks, a fire had to be put out at one bar, wallets were lost, snow balls were thrown INSIDE another bar, and yes, I danced on stage while a live band was playing. Let's just say the day after was not pretty. 
The good news however, was that 650 of us did not actually have to part ways just yet... that's right, we were off to Steamboat, Colorado for the annual Kellogg ski trip - a week full of fresh powder and debauchery - here we go! The LUCKY ones (that's me) got the direct charter flight into Steamboat which in all honesty was a bit more tame than expected. It must have been the end of term exhaustion and after effects of the last night out that kept the booze hounds from getting too nutty on the plane. We arrived in good spirits and were ready to get the party started! The first major social event was a private concert with Tone Loc and Digital Underground and let's just say I got the week off to a good start. Lots of people were getting pulled on stage all night, but I waited for just the right time to make my move. Basically all the others just got up there and acted like "background dancers" but I proceeded to completely upstage Tone by shaking my ass all over like I was the headliner. He apparently appreciated it because when I backed-my-thang-up into him, he responded by smackin it and singing Wild Thing to me. People are still laughing about that one!
The next big party was The White Party held on the top of the mountain. I must say, I was relatively impressed with the level of participation and of course, I'd been waiting weeks to debut my new white look. DJ Angola of NYC's APT fame was on hand to provide the soundtrack for the evening and despite his better judgment, he played Living on a Prayer to close out the evening. 
After The White Party we proceeded back to the condos for an after party, where I found people doing "dunkaroos". Yes, believe it or not, highly intelligent 30-year old MBAs will actually dunk their head into an ice bath just to make a shitty beer hit them harder. *SHAKES HEAD* The party went on for much of the night although only the strong survived till the wee hours. At one point a few of us ladies were "invited" to dance on the kitchen table, but apparently that didn't go too well because a few minutes later I was tackled by some guy and dragged out of the condo kicking. He tossed me on my ass and shut the door. Long story short, we took the party elsewhere, took the next day off from skiing and attended a fabulous kegs and eggs event instead. That night we enjoyed a few lovely hours in some local hot springs and then had an eventful ride back to the resort in a busted up van. Let's just say, we coasted down mountain roads with no lights and no power steering. Not sure how we lived through that one but it helped that we had a van load of girls with terrible voices that were willing to sing their hearts out to pass the time and the discomfort of wet bathing suits.
Skiing was absolutely amazing all week - fresh powder, amazing weather and a great crew that stuck together much of the time and had a blast exploring all sorts of terrain. Ok, enough of the ski talk, let's get back to the fun stuff. I forgot to mention that when we first arrived at our condo we decided to move all of our beds into one room so we could have a slumber-party type environment. And while Bed Island was a hot topic of discussion and a great concept, it only works if you vote the snoring beasts off the island! BLEE!!! The last major social event was the 80s cover band on the last night of the trip. I'm going to keep it short and simple - I threw drinks, crowd-surfed, had a photo shoot in the bathroom, battled danced some second years, recorded a spanking video and watched the sun come up from the hot tub. Enough said. Well, enough for this website at least! 
The trip ended with me, KJ and Lolita taking a nap on the airport floor, drinking bloody mary's and me trying to convince the airport employees that I was a celebrity who should be upgraded to first class. And, from what I hear, some of these ridiculous stories and pictures are going to be recounted for all in our school newspaper. Great.
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