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Ice Castles - Nothing Cerebral Here

"I know things that suck and this is not one of them." my friend stated matter-of-factly.  We were snowshoeing in Breckenridge on a fine Tuesday Colorado morning.  I had just looked down over this valley, mentally patted myself on the back for not succumbing to post-retirement cubicle life, and said, "Now this - this does not suck."

My latest wine exam was out of the way, and my next course wasn't starting until later in March (although studying for the CWE is always ongoing).  My friends were here on their annual ski vacation and invited us to come hang out in paradise for a couple days.  Activities included hanging out in the hot tub at the base of a ski slope and ordering the most palate-assaultingly delicious Bloody Mary I'd ever set my lips on ... complete with a slice of bacon jammed into it.  Bacon - in  a Bloody Mary - the only thing that could pull my gaze from the mountains.

So here it is the last weekend in March.  Class has started back up, I have homework to drink, and people are still snowshoeing ... on Spring Break.  Oh, and I believe the weather is still the same since the last time I checked in with this blog sometime around New Year's Eve.  So Happy New Year and all that. 

The year, thus far, has been like this:

JANUARY:

Happy Birthday to me!


Jamaica "whoo hoo!" (Except for that whole sleeping in the Atlanta airport thing on the way back.)
 
Dinner with friends who like to share their booze as much as we do!


 
Drinking Homework

FEBRUARY:

Breckenridge - "whoo hoo!"



Looks like "extra credit" homework to me...


Friends really are helping me with "extra credit."



Dinner with friends who like to share their booze as much as we do!

Drinking Homework
 

MARCH:




Dinner with friends who like to share their booze as much as we do!


Drinking Homework


So that's how the rest of this year is going to go.  Hopefully my liver will pass the exams with flying colors and my brain will keep up. 



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