it's me, scott. will you be my valentine?

for once, i'm glad that i don't have a girlfriend on valentines day. no expensive gifts and dinners, no forced flowers and romantacism, no expectations and let-downs. that last pair having nothing to do with sex, by the way. sex with me is never a let-down. baby.

so this weekend was a blast, even though there was no drive to indiana (smittengirl, mmm.) as originally planned. friday night we had an "i love meat!" party at josh's, and all sat around eating meat and getting drunk. or, well, megan was the only one who actually got drunk, and we all laughed. i danced to the backstreet boys with her. rock out.

so yeah, i drove home and woke up about five hours later, and we drove out to a ski hill and went snowboarding. oof, my ass still hurts. here are four things that i learned after climbing to the top of a big hill and strapping a board to my feet:

1. its nothing like skiing, so stop pretending like it is.
2. stay on the bunny hill for a few more runs.
3. using your head to stop yourself is not always the best option.
4. snow is not as soft as it looks.

robyn just said "you need to be sucking on something!" really loud. i don't know what the context of that was, but i think it's more fun to just make guesses.

love,
scott