One of my favorite Debbie stories ever was when we all went skiing up in Breckenridge together. Debbie was NOT what you would consider a good skier, but she was funny as hell to watch and it was always an adventure. On one of the runs Debbie was screaming for people to get out of the way (she didn’t have a keen skill set in the stopping department!). She couldn’t stop herself and she was really building momentum so she made a sharp turn and planted herself LITERALLY in a snowbank. When we pulled her out, her full face of makeup was still there in the snowbank! On another run we told her to meet us at the bottom of the hill because we were going to all go up the lift together and take a different hill. We waited at the bottom of the run for hours and no Debbie. After a very, very long time we went to the office to see if there was information about her. We saw Debbie getting out of a shuttle near the office! When we questioned how the HELL she was arriving at the facility, AGAIN, in a shuttle, she said that she was skiing down the hill and just kept on going and she ended up downtown!!!