Indian Head Resort

I visited Indian Head Resort in Lincoln, NH twice a youngster, so imagine my delight when I found out my girlfriend's Mom is good friends with the owner. Lucky me. Anyway, we went up there on Friday night to enjoy the pool and bar areas before heading to Cannon Mountain on Saturday. After sitting in the hot tub for as long as we could stand it, we headed to the bar around 10 PM. It consisted of a small bar area and about 5 or 6 large tables. One of the tables had an Uno game going on. Another was hosting a fairly large group of skiers from England we were told by our bartender. Multiple high def televisions were showing us the old man tennis NESN has been broadcasting (show more NHL Classic if you need programming). Our bartender was very helpful in letting us know the conditions at the area mountains. We were already thinking of going to Cannon, but Bretton Woods remained a possibility. She assured us were correct in the first place. Things got interesting when a 30ish woman rolled in after falling off her snowmobile. She joined us and the hockey Dads that were apparently having a couple pops after coaching their kids in a tournament. She had a large scrape on her arm that we saw and one on her ass that we only heard about. She proceeded to tell Mary, my girlfriend, practically her entire life story. I was ready to pull a Jim Carrey from Dumb and Dumber on her. "I don't know and I don't care...bartender!" Her DB boyfriend showed up about 20 minutes later looking not very concerned. She asked us if we thought we was cute. I jokingly said I did and he wasn't even the least bit amused, you know, since he was a DB. After ignoring them for a while and talking about the channel 7 news that Mary and the bartender shared a similar love of, the woman started getting much too drunk. She dropped something on the floor, possibly a shot glass, I didn't much care, then the next thing we knew, her barstool fell over almost taking her with it except the bartender saw and got her DB BF to grab her in time. They saw this as a sign to retreat to their own hotel. The bartender suggested they didn't drive their "sleds" back, which made sense especially because Indian Head had no problem with them leaving them there, but they shook off this thought and went ahead and tried anyway. The bartender went to watch and came back with a tale of her getting stuck in the middle of the road. I can only assume that she was fine though, save the raging hangover she must have faced upon waking on Saturday. I know snowmobiling is a large part of the winter recreation in New Hampshire, but I just don't understand it. First off, stop calling them sleds. That was cool for about 6 months back in 2000. I think I will refer to them as skimobiles from now on because that's about the last thing a real skimobiler would call them. Second, skimobiling seems like a very cold activity. You're flying around at 50 mph, not really doing any work. I don't know how you warm up. I guess most skimobilers just drink. Which brings me to the third thing about it, very dangerous. Doesn't it seem like people die skimobiling all the time? Call me a pussy if you want to. I would much rather destroy my knee skiing than get paralyzed skimobiling.