Seducing Montreux

Down the Slippery Slope

The biggest difference in the way Chrissie and Brian handled their personal issues and the way Roger and I handled ours, was the fact that up to this point; Chrissie and Brian hadn’t had any issues. They had absolutely no idea how to talk to one another about anything that may cause discord. This is what happens when the two gentlest people in the world collide. They were two people who wore their hearts on their sleeve and had no idea how to fathom something in their lives actually running haywire. Roger and I, however kept our hearts locked tightly away in a highly explosive box and that box was always triggered with horrible timing and in the most vivid of explosions.

 “Chrissie…Chrissie…please…please just…listen for a moment.” Brian begged of her as the two of them sat on the edge of the bed. She appeared as if her entire world had just collapsed. Her face was already streaked with tears. She looked toward Brian.

 “I…I didn’t fuck anyone.” He reached for her hand and Chrissie willingly interlaced her shaking fingers with Brian’s. She didn’t say anything, instead waited on Brian to give her more details.  “I…I came on to…to someone last night. I was very forward with her. Chrissie, I was so piss-ass drunk and…”

 “Who was it? Brian, you were with me nearly all night!? How the hell could…Jesus, shit! Who was it?” Chrissie begged him.

 “Okay…okay now this is the part that’s….very hard to tell you. Chrissie…I…it…” Brian struggled to find the words to tell her this. “Chrissie…” he knew he could do this in one quick breath. “I…came on very strongly to one of your dearest friends…”

 “Oh Lydia, would you just look at this! Okay! Okay, now you and Roger stand over there! I want your picture! And then you take John and I!” Veronica insisted. She had already taken a Polaroid of Freddie and Mary and now it was mine and Roger’s turn to fall victim to her camera. We didn’t argue too much, after all….she was our official post-wedding photographer. Veronica and Chrissie were a nervous wreck to get on these slopes and it showed because they were both as fidgety as hell. We were all at the top, equipped and ready to go. Even Freddie was a little gun-shy as he babbled incessantly. It was a truly marvelous view from up here. There were nine lanes on the slopes, each of them varying slightly in degree of slope and amount of snow.

 “Have you done this before?” John asked of Roger.

 “No.” he answered John as if it were no big deal whatsoever.

 “You’ve never skied!?” John asked, rather shocked. Roger shook his head.

 “No, when would I have even done that?” he questioned.

 “I don’t know! It’s just…you look and act like you’ve done this!” John argued, feeling a little flustered himself.

 “Well, I looked and acted like I had tasted coffee that one time when we were in America but I was bullshittin’ everyone! Come on, John!” Roger rolled his eyes.

 “You two seem a little apprehensive. Would you like to go down in the sled?” the man coordinating who went down which lane of the slope asked of Veronica and Mary.

 “YES!” they both exclaimed in near unison. And with that, the man began to prepare the sled for them so they wouldn’t have to brave the ski’s.

 “Okay, so you’re going down with Roger?” John asked of me.

 “No, he’s goin’ down with Freddie, They are gonna’ be in that second lane. Freddie insisted on it because the snow is packed tighter. The guy back here says you go faster there. You’re with me, obviously because these two are wimping our and getting in the sled.