Snow control passed — Levi is officially a go, and my whole race weekend just got real. Eight sleeps, and I still haven't finished packing. Come help me decide what stays home?
Snow control passed — Levi is officially a go, and my whole race weekend just got real. Eight sleeps, and I still haven't finished packing. Come help me decide what stays home?
Mikaela isn't coming to Levi — the women's slalom just became anyone's race, and I've been buried in the start lists instead of sleeping. Nine sleeps and I already picked my reindeer favorite. Come pick yours with me?
Flights up to Levi for the slaloms are absurdly priced, so I'm trading shifts like a card shark and drinking my coffee in yesterday's flannel. Nine sleeps to go. Which floor are you working with me till then?
Ten days until Levi and my head's already on that black slope instead of today's rounds. Blouse or no blouse this morning?
Lucy taking a flirty selfie in her hotel room in an oversized white t-shirt slipping off one shoulder.
Lucy taking a selfie in the hotel hallway during her shift, flirty and casual
Party's over, the mountain is quiet, and I'm still buzzing in the dark with my voice half gone. The weekend isn't quite done with me yet... come finish it?
The race is skied, the podium's set, and Panorama Alm is about to get very loud — I'm still in front of the mirror finishing the important part. Save me a spot on the dance floor?
Race day is finally here and I woke up before my alarm like a kid on Christmas — the men are on my glacier this morning and I'm glued to that window with coffee. Somebody come sit through the first run with me?
Halloween aftermath: zero voice left, mystery glitter everywhere, and heels that betrayed me somewhere around two. One more shift stands between me and the men's slalom tomorrow — come haunt my elevator?