I'm writing this on a flight from Philly to Vegas (and onward for me) that
is chock full of groups headed to Sin City. 'Define "Girlfriend"' says the
shirt across the aisle. Two girls in the back are wearing tiaras and
veils. It's been an interesting flight, and cloudy besides so no Grand
Canyon views.Below deck are freshly-waxed b3s and a tupperware full of chocolate chip
cookies. It's ski trip, for four Lake Tahoe ski days, for my 8th year
running. Gram's big trip (visionsofjohanna.blogspot.com for the
play-by-play) means it's the Whistler three again this year. Tahoe is a new
destination and I'm excited to add three new pins to my collection,
including the (incredibly) 40th. This whole tradition is pretty much the
definition of charmed living.
Olympic thoughts: America seems to remember that we're a good winter sports
nation, too...except for curling. I don't care so much about snow boarding,
but nordic, alpine, and speed skating medals have been a treat. Also,
Julia Mancuso's last name hasn't been sloganed and she hasn't cried on
camera, maybe we should celebrate her two-silvers-so-far output a bit more?
Friday, February 19, 2010