Valentine's Day

Was yesterday.  I hope you all already knew this, but just in case... I did not spend Valentine's Day with Andrew because, unfortunately, we live in two different states.  However, he did hop on a last minute bus on Thursday and spent the weekend at my house!  It was superfun.  Thursday, I had to work, but only for a couple of hours and it was my first real shift in the bar!  That's right, yours truly is a true bartender.  I also worked in the bar last night (Valentine's Day).  So far, I am really liking it.  I'm not very good at mixing drinks yet, but I have seen remarkable improvement in the beer-pouring arena.

Anyway, after my 3 hours in the bar, Andrew and I met Emily and Mike at the grocery store, where we bought ingredients to make my dad a lovely birthday dinner.  We made asparagus, roasted red potatoes, homemade bruschetta (I love bruschetta so much) and tuna with tomato and basil chutney (aka, bruschetta).  On the whole, it was very good.  We did have a few issues with timing...it's true what they say about too many cooks in the kitchen.  Then we had a lovely chocolate fondue for dessert and watched Despicable Me, which I actually found rather enjoyable.

On Saturday, I had the whole day off so we went skiing!  I hadn't been skiing in six years, and Andrew had only been once back in 2003.  So we were both very excited to hit the slopes.  I was surprised by how easily I picked it back up.  When I first learned to ski, I was fearless (well, after my first couple runs, that is) but each time I went after that first weekend, I got progressively more careful and more worried.  I'm not really sure why that is, but its true.  I also used to talk to myself on the slopes.  "Whoa, slow down.  Balance!  Turn!  Damn little kid, whizzing around without even any poles!  Watch out!"  I like to think nobody heard me, but who really knows.

This weekend, I didn't talk to myself at all.  Strange.  And I think I did my best skiing ever.  My cuts were smaller than they'd ever been, I didn't fall at all, and I even was able to successfully advise Andrew.  Though I forgot how exhausting skiing is, and my calves have been sore for days, due to borrowing someone else's boots and cramming myself into them, I thoroughly enjoyed reacquainting myself with the sport.  I sincerely hope I get the chance to go once more before the season ends.  Though yesterday was in the 60s here, so I don't actually know if that will be possible.

Well, I wrote this blog while I waited for the energy to take a shower to come, and I think I'm almost there.  Tonight I am really going to try to post some pics.  Two months is way too long, and way too many pictures to post.  I'll at least get through New Years, I swear!