I lacked the skill set to have a meaningful run down such a slope. Hats off to you for successfully managing that run, and even more so, with 2-3 beers in the system.
Oh, and while I'm at it, fuck the two feet of fresh powder on back bowl.
I like the sound and feel of skis carving against a moderate to steep slope (groomed if necessary) on a early crisp morning.
And no skiing after lunch and a proper meal. There are other apres ski pursuits.