No! Must not succumb to a spin cycle in the doldrums. Must go to the indoor skiing slope!
I thought for some reason that there wouldn't be real snow; I imagined a warm room with a slope covered in foam, or sand, or...something. Nope. Snow.
Access to the bunny slope was via the easiest ski lift ever: a rubberized travelator.
Pretty saucy stance, dude, but you and me and everyone else in the room were TERRIBLE at skiing and snowboarding. At least the Shanghainese people had an excuse. I grew up in the damn Rockies and was still hurtling down the slope, poles in the air, splayed like a starfish.
I'm about to slump off to bed, leaving you with this Coach knockoff fail. 'Nite.