Today I got to work at 10:00 — truly a new low for me. I blame it all on my vacation hangover.
Going to Tahoe with some of my favorite people was the best vacation I have had in a long time. Patagonia was also awesome, of course, but something about this past week surpassed even that. Maybe it was the complete lack of internet access, maybe it was getting to celebrate my 28th birthday by skiing my first blue (intermediate) run ever, maybe it was a boy. Who knows, but the fact is this: I went on vacation and didn’t think about Houston at all. (At one point I was asked “where are you from?” I answered, without hesitation, “North Carolina” and then had to backtrack with a “well, but now I live in Houston.”) I didn’t think about work at all. (I might have been hard-pressed to tell you where I worked if you’d asked me. I might have had to think about it for a moment.)
Below are some highlights (more to come when I get other people’s photos — for once I didn’t try very hard to get good shots).
Becca riding the magic carpet with me to the top of the beginner hill, all because I told her there was a hot Argentinian at the top:
Lake Tahoe on the evening of my birthday:
Me and Jose, the non-skiiers. We can ski now!
Proof that I was skiing blue runs by the 4th day:
Jen, Cari, and Steph before they made me ski down a cat track that would’ve been easy if it hadn’t been narrow and scary!
Lake Tahoe from the top of a run at Alpine Meadows:
Blurry me playing in the powder:
Hot-tubbing with Cari and Matt in the snow:
It was an awesome vacation, and being back at work is a shock to my system. I have so, so much to do in the next few days.