Wolfie part 2

Hallo
So much to discuss...including the second and last day with Wolfgang. Lovely sunny day, fresh snow and Tricia resplendent in lip gloss ready for her second day with Fabio as we now call him.
In fairness, I should say that Tricia's take on this was that I was "hip checking" her out of the way to get Wolfie alone on the lift. While I admit that on the T bar i did leave her to fend for herself....it was for purely a matter of safety. Also I had to get him alone to find out where he was taking us so i could talk him out of it.
Unfortunately love was in the air all around Lech before....when gerold sent me to his friend to buy new boots. I took off my old boots and Philip, perhaps the sweetest man ever to walk the earth held my foot and said oh this can't be! then sold me a new pair that feel like clouds. I loved him. I loved him so much that when he asked in a loud voice how old I was and how much i weighed I gave him the tiniest little lie of what turned out to be 10 pounds. Now this is important because when they are setting the boots, they need really to know how you ski (I always say kind-a-badly) and how much you weigh. If either of these things are off, you will lose your skis more easily. So. Wolfie takes us into deep powder and it is so beautiful and Tricia keeps saying how beautiful it is and I am singing We had joy we had fun we had seasons in the sun, but the wine...something something...and it is all gay until i hit a tiny hidden bump and my ski pops off deep deep cannot find so incredibly tiring to find and I am panicking because handsome is now climbing up to help me with, i think I have this correct, his skis between his teeth. It is so deep, every time I try to stand I sink sink in and I think maybe they should just leave me here I have had a good life. Wolfie builds somehow a platform in the snow and perhaps an igloo too and i get it on again and we ski but I am really tired from all this, and then boom it happens again, because I gave my wedding date weight because who is going to know...but of course Wolfie knows and now I am busted. He casually asks me what number my bindings are set to, and i innocently answer and he takes my skis on the slope and I think I have this right, adjusts my bindings with his tongue. But I am tiiiiireeeed. And then Tricia who had been skiing behind me, helping me everytime like the faithful friend she is, falls herself and I speed past because I really cannot help her because I see the end in sight...a restaurant and if I hurry I can be there alone with Wolfie.
Christmas was elegant and pretty as always....Frederick got a good haul, none from Santa who he just never really bought into and I never had the heart to push. Unfortunately the dinner was extra slow, and I skipped the courses with goose liver so by 11 00 I had had about 12 glasses of champagne and a red beet boullion, calories: zero, so I am ready for bed. Christmas day we ski with the children and the Sellmans and it snows, and that night we go out in the woods to Frau Schneiders restaurant after the private mass she has arranged at the tiny old church in Zug. (elmar land) Chuck sits next to Eva and is so incredibly funny that she cannot stop laughing. She orders a foie gras appetizer before a main course of duck. Impressive. My father would had called this the opposite of short hitter. Chuck has the same reaction and turns to her and says I like you! And she doesn't get it at all but thinks he is hinting for some of her food, so she laughs and shares with him.
So the kids are soo sad to be separating, but the Sellmans are coming back in the Summer. They have totally completely fallen in love.
New guide tomorrow: the elusive, famous, Yeti like character. Japanese ski guide.