I just got back from a ski trip, the traditional leave after Christmas until past New Years trip from years past, my first in a very long time. I think my first since Al asked Erin to be his blushing bride, which was a pretty while ago. She’s still got quite a few years until she’s lived with Al as long as I have, something I’ll bring up until she passes me, which will be the day I move in with them. I have skied once since then, but one day doesn’t make a ski trip, you need the chalet/condo and hot tubs, random make outs, Loren catching some death flu, Jane’s Addiction on the intercom system, everyone wearing matching turtlenecks and/or coats, and lots of really foolish decisions on the slopes. We didn’t have the
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