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chuckroFor those of you not aware, I went skiing with Rebecca and some other members of the PUB this past week. Skiing and I have an interesting relationship--on one hand, I seem to enjoy it. On the other, it scares the living crap out of me. And a lot of the folks on the trip (Rebecca included) insist that I'm good at it. I have a hard time believing that, too, not because I fall down a lot or can't get down trails, but because I spent most of my time skiing desperately trying to keep control and remember everything my legs should be doing. Basically, everyone else makes it look so easy, and I feel like if I was good at it, it would be easy for me. Or maybe I'm just nuts.
Ah well. The trip was fun in any case--Rebecca ran Mage, Brian ran a puzzle-heavy D&D session, I did a ton of cooking (which I like) and virtually no dishwashing (which I dislike), and the weekends in Princeton on either end of the trip were relaxing. Overall, an excellent use of my 2004 vacation time.
Ah well. The trip was fun in any case--Rebecca ran Mage, Brian ran a puzzle-heavy D&D session, I did a ton of cooking (which I like) and virtually no dishwashing (which I dislike), and the weekends in Princeton on either end of the trip were relaxing. Overall, an excellent use of my 2004 vacation time.
