The Hot Chick

In the Summer of 2004 (pre-MB), Hubs and I attended "Blues, Brews and Reggae" at Silver Mountain Ski and Resort with some friends. On tap were 20 different microbrews and Hubs fell head-over-heals-in-love with one in particular.

Too bad he forgot the name.

She was allusive. She was the smokin' hot chick at the bar that you didn't have the guts to go up to. She's the one you spent the rest of your life wondering about.

For the past six years this frosty hot-chick was (simply) the-one-that-got-away. {Be still my fluttering heart.} Hubs knew she was creamy. He knew she had a nut in her name. He knew he would live the rest of his life wondering, "what if." Hence, from July, 2004, Hubs was forced to resort to sloppy seconds, aka: Heineken.

Not any more (enter Moses, played by Charlton Heston, bright light, choir singing "Hallelujah!" and large booming voice from the Heavens saying, "And on the seventh day, He made beer!")...

You get the point.

Hubs found his lost beauty at the Schweitzer Mountain Fall Fest this past weekend. And, this time, there will be no forgetting her name.

Life is good.

Enjoy the pics...

To see more pics from the Schweitzer Mountain Fall Fest,
visit the ilovecda.com Flickr stream.