Friday Night (Low)Lights

So. It's 9:00 on a Friday night and I'm just about ready to crawl into bed. Normally I wouldn't admit something like that to the Internet (not that it's ever happened before...), but in my defense, I have already been on a mildly disturbing date, and that's being generous, AND I've got to be up before the crack of dawn tomorrow because I'm going skiing in Tahoe. (How crazy-California is that??? We just up and go skiing in Tahoe. On a Saturday. Because we can. Poor saps from the rest of the country have to book a week's vacation to do something like this!)

Anyway. Just thought I'd give you a head's-up that, you know, if I never post here again, it's not because I've run off to Buenos Aires to marry some financial mogul (and why the hell not, because I really never need to go on another date again) it's because I'm in sixteen pieces on the side of the mountain. On the plus side, I'll have a great view of Lake Tahoe.

Now I just need to remember where I put all my ski crap at the end of last season. And also maybe how to ski.