No, Alan, I'm not talking about the movie. I'm talking about night skiing...on friday nights. My favorite time of winter has officially begun. As if friday needed a reason to get any better, I get to go skiing every friday for the next 6 weeks, stay at the Mountaineer lodge, and wake up Saturday morning to a foot of fresh snow. (At least that's the way it happens in my dreams.)

Seriously though, there's just something serene about skiing at night. It's quiet. It's calm. All of your other senses are hightened by the darkness. It forces you to focus more on your technique and rely less on sight to control the board. And most importantly: it makes me happy.

News update (warning: unhappy subject): Kira got in car accident Wednesday night about 1 minute after we left Cascade Crags. I haven't seen her car but I've heard it is pretty smashed up and undriveable. Call her if you want the details. Send her happy cards and leave her silly voicemails; she could use some cheering up right now.

Trying to stay awake and remember my name,
Isaac