"Hermit crabs are wh*res" (BSB, 2009).

I'd like to thank Paul Wemple for an amazing New Years (regardless of the overall lack of drugs and firearms, as per his detailed cabin instructions...) The "Old Peterson Place" was everything we wanted it to be, complete with a sketchy heating system; odd selections of canned food, VHS tapes, and hair pieces; and the even odder collection of Omen-esque antique wheelchairs. The highlight of the weekend was defs the evening four of us hit the town in Sarah Jane's children's Christmas sweaters circa 1985. Although we managed to avoid taking our own picture, more than one group of party-goers stopped us for a family photo. BSB busted out his best dance moves that night, including what he likes to call his "yeah Orange, you want to f*ck me later" face.

Thank you to everyone for making the trip such a hit, especially Fingers and BSB for all the planning and yummies, and to Free Samples (even though she got a bit drunk and started hitting on her besty's husband...)

Side note: What's the deal with ski resorts being multi level? And I'm not talking two or three floors, I'm taking we parked on the third level of the parking lot, bought our lift tickets on the first level of the resort, purchased our coffees on the second floor, and used the bathroom on the basement level, not to mention the stairs that lead down to the first run and chairlift. Walking in ski boots is hardly an easy thing to do, let alone 4 dozen steep sets carrying heavy duty skis and poles! I realize snowboarders are better equipped and demand as much of the resort as we skiers, but these places were built back in the 1970s and 80s when skiing was all about giant constrictive boots! What were they thinking?

Regardless of the GTs had away, I'm happy to be back in my strawberry pajamas, snuggled down on my couch with my Sex and the City episodes (Christmas gift from Beef) and my kitty. I know Bert is pleased to be home again--being at mother's was exciting but exhausting, and it was stressful sharing Fluff with another kitty. I hope you were all good little peeps on the big 2009. And here's to another year of blogging and ridiculousness!