Andy and I are officially on board for a friends ski trip towards the end of winter. Although it’s four months away, our friend has started to plan it now. When Andy mentioned a ski trip, I was thinking we rent some hotel rooms in VT or NH for a weekend. But I guess the trip has expanded to include twenty [yes, twenty!] people and renting a house in the Catskills that sleeps 20+.
The house sounds pretty sweet, it even has a billiards room and hot tub. I’m hoping if I spill an energy drink on the circuit board it will take me back to 1986? Oh wait, I was like two years old, so maybe not. I already asked, and we’re getting our own room. Thank God! But maybe I should hire a camera crew for four days and film the geriatric version of The Real World? I hope none of us bust a hip skiing.