Posted on February 25, 2013
We spent the weekend in Tahoe at Joe’s
haunted charming house (first Tahoe trip recap here), working on our goggle tans, snuggle skills, and Taboo staminas. Sometimes it’s nice to travel a bit further than a bus ticket transfer will take you, into the mountains where the boxed red wine flows, and the wifi signals do not.
I’d bore you with details about how I am happier than I have ever been, how I have the best friends who make me laugh so hard I cry, and how there were moments this weekend where I had to stop and wonder as to how I got so lucky, but it’s a little too early in the week for gagging and I know you’re just here for the photos anyway. In my opinion, all I’m missing is Morgan Freeman to narrate the weekend for you (but who needs him when we have you, Shelby?), so the below will have to suffice.
California, I really like you. Have I mentioned that yet?
What’d you guys do this weekend? Anyone else
drink too much whiskey go skiing?