1. A gaper is a skiier or snowboarder who is completely clueless. Usually distiungished by their bright colored clothes and a gaper gap, the gap between goggles and a helment/hat. Gapers also do the "Gaper Tuck" which is an attempt at being a ski racer by tucking, however, it is done incorrectly with the poles sticking straight up like thunderbolts and lighting, very very frightning! Gapers also sit at the bottom of jumps and try and go big off table tops in the park.
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2. A skier or snowboarder who sucks and is usually spotted wearing clothing from 1983, but other clothing styles for them do exist. A dead giveaway of a gaper is when their pants are tucked into their boots and the famous "Gaper Gap" (a gap between the helmet/hat and the goggles). Gapers sometimes temporarily inhabit the entrance to a terrain park. They will sit on their ass for a good 5-10 minutes talking about what they are going to do of a that "jump" or "rail" while everyone behind them goes before them and they stare at them with their mouth gaped open. Once they finally decide to leave their home at the entrance of the terrain park, the gaper will eventually decide to either roll over the jump and mess up all the lips, or they will try and actually hit the jump. If this occurs, they generally end up coming up half way short of the landing on their ass and yardsale, while the person behind them runs them over and/or yells at them. Gapers may also make turns or snowplow down green runs and sometime try to act cool by crouching and sticking their ski poles in the air but are totally oblivioius to the fact that they look even more stupid than they previously were. Gapers often find themselves on the top of a black diamond run because they are dumbasses and can't read a map. When they approach the run, they may either turn around, stare at it, sit down on the top of it, or just simply walk down the side of it. Gapers often have trouble getting on and off lifts and the lift operator gets really frustrated with them because he is required to stop the lift. A fun game to play while skiing or riding behind a gaper is called "Follow the Gaper". The game is played by following the gaper's path and looking as bad as they are. The game will usually last until they identify your presence, however it is possible to extend the game even past this point.
Now this has nothing to do with the above, but if you don't use urban dictionary to find slang terms, then you are TOTALLY missing out. It has helped me find the true meaning of supermaning that hoe, and other such sexual references in songs. It's hysterical!
So back to gaper day. A group of friends has chosen a day at a local ski mountain and decided to dress in 80's gear, drink beer and have a great time. Who wouldn't want to join?? Unfortunately we missed it last year due to my surgeries, but we were all ready this year.
I raided my mom's closet for our old ski gear (yes, from the 80's, yes she still has it), raided my own closet for some awesome clothing I own (yes, from the 80's and YES *I* still have it), raided a good friend's closet and off we went.
Oh yes, here we are. I rocked my mom's old orange snow outfit, and Josh had our friend Amanda's jacket that had REMOVABLE sleeves. Whoa.
Of course we ran into some old college friend's of Josh. His old rugby teammates. Ha. We were like "ummm, we don't normally dress like this, but we are with a group..." Awkward!! Oh well.
I kind of feel like the photos will speak for themselves.
The jacket on my friend Kandice (the upper left photo, center girl) was my jacket in the 80's. The orange one I am wearing was my mom's whole outfit. :-)
The boys did a shirtless run. Oh yes, they all went down the mountain together like this.
And for the best moment of the day.
On the right, our friend. On the left, an unsuspecting mountain patron wearing the EXACT one piece our friend had purchased last year on ebay. When he approached her, she was like "I've had this outfit for 30 years!" Radically AWESOME huh??
This was how we spent Saturday March 6, 2010.
*hugs and kisses*
mj
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