Mid-week ski

Time to start planning a one-day ski-blitz to the slopes. I have my evil ski-buddy lined up. We have our "power chick music" (stuff like sound track from Charlie's Angels - my fav road trip music). We're looking at January - post 12th Night so that if we break a leg, we won't be hobbling around in hoop skirts at SCA-con. hahahahaha! But seriously - that's why we're planning post 12th Night.

We're discussing where we can get to from Concord in less than 4 hrs.

We've done:
1. Bear Valley (lots and lots)
2. Dodge Ridge (a few times - not very big)

Any other slope recommendations? I'll map-google for driving distance and times. Looking for

-long runs,
-lots of advanced-intermediate runs.
-Cute lift operators ... (lol- cute operators optional! Operators that are FAST to clear snow and wipe-outs even better.
-possible recommendations for private/semi-private lessons. I'm toying with booking a private lesson to help me get down those black-diamonds in better style.

Coworkers sugggested Northstar. Anything else?

Still! flying high post audit

I think I'm mentally out. I'm having a very hard time focusing at work. And the kudos from the boss are still rolling around in my brain. Yay!

It has been sooo freaking long since I've had a job that resulted in kudos. It's scary. I like it.

Heart Warming:

Last night the Villa Lunatics had a group session. hehehe! We set a date to hang out and get caught up. In the end, only 3 of us made it. It was wonderful. We caught each other up on what we're doing, on family, on work ... no, we did not sit around griping about spouses. That would be boring and pointless. We were much more interested in what was going on in each other's hearts. Did I say it was wonderful? It was!

I think this needs to be a regular thing.

Funny:
Turns out "the gullible one" does not know how to walk in heals. Per the code of the girlfriend, "never let you girlfriends go out looking silly", I set out to teach her in the parking lot of the pub at 11 pm. It was very silly and we were both cracking up. But she had the hang of it when we were done. The hot-headed-red-head laughed and left us to it because she don't wear no stinkin' heals.