The last bit of winter

After a balmy February here in the 757, it would make sense that March would be equally as nice and spring-esque. False. It has been in the 30s and rainy recently which is my least favorite kind of weather. You may be wondering why it's midday on a weekday and I'm blogging. Well, not only is the weather lame, I'm feeling under it. So here I am sitting on the couch, telling you about life.

Allow me to shrug off the sick day blues to tell you about a great weekend. Hannah's parents live in Colorado, one of my favorite states. They also live about an hour from some of the best skiing on the planet. They were kind enough to allow Hannah and I and a few friends to stay there for a few days in order to get a chance to shred that gnar. And who can complain about awesome people fixing breakfast every morning? Thanks Hannah's parents. Ok back to skiing. According to the locals, conditions were terrible. I thought they were amazing. Getting into the mountains and looking at God's creation always makes me speechless. Just the drive to the slopes was awesome. Head to the top lift at 12,500 feet and just look around. It wasn't the lack of oxygen that took my breath away. Sorry, that was cheesy, but it was gorgeous. If it weren't for the great slopes I could have stood up there all day. I've never skied so hard that my legs were sore, but after 3 days of trying not to fall down a mountain and being only mildy successful, they were. In addition to skiing, I was able to do other fun things. We went to a bluegrass concert, walked around Telluride taking in the crazy locals (I think drugs are pretty popular there), and even getting to taste some microbrews. I met a guy on the ski lift who, after offering me a taste of Rum, sat down with my group. While we were eating sandwiches, he just rolled up a fatty and went to town, right there in public. Maybe I'm sheltered, but that caught me off guard. Anyway, it was a "mountaintop" experience, haha. Ok puns are over, enjoy the pictures.

Life Goes By Too Fast

I should probably just quit blogging. February 20? Really? That was my last post. That's pathetic. I apologize to all you out there in cyber space. I'm sure you are all torn up. Ok. On to my vain attempts to catch up on life. I have a good friend named Tyler. He has been my roomate since the spring of 2009. We had a good run. Amy finally tied him up and they got married in Nashville a.k.a. Nashvegas. He is no longer my roomate as he has moved to New Mexico. I'll miss you Tyler. I was fortunate enough to be a groomsman. Thanks Tyler. The wedding weekend was great, I got to experience some great Nashville culture (food and music). I am using facebook pictures not taken by me because all of my pictures are blurry and lame. Tyler, the photobooth was a great idea.

It's rare that I conquer a new state, but even rarer when I do it twice in the same season. This past weekend, I went back to Texas with Hannah to yet another wedding, this time for a high school friend. It was in Houston, the 4th largest in the U.S. I say that not for trivia purposes, but to prove that a country boy can visit a huge city and not get lost and/or overwhelmed. The wedding was at some garden place, it was dark and I didn't ask any questions. Food included gourmet mac n' cheese as well as a beef carving station. I almost forgot to mention the 4 types of wedding cake. And I know what you're thinking and the answer is yes. I had 2 pieces of wedding cake. The wedding was just the start of a great weekend. I had great bbq, Mexican food, enjoyed the world's largest rodeo, caught up with old friends and even got to meet some of Hannah's friends. Good weekend. Now it is time to do laundry and pack for this. That's right. It's time to shred some gnar.