As usual, no blogging means lots of living! I wish I had time to write it all down but I'd need some extra hours in the day for that. Instead of trying to recap a whole month, I'll give you a recap one of the best 24 hours of the last month.
Saturday night started with heels and a dress. Yes, I wore heels. I had to go shop for some the night before, but there were heels....and they were on my feet. When your date tells you he's going to dress like this:
heels are usually a good idea. I made a valiant effort to keep up with the boys at the scotch tasting fest, but I was quickly left behind by glass........2. I did somehow manage to taste enough scotch to learn this- I love the ones that smell like citrus and I detest the ones that smell like dirty bandaids. Really, what else do I need to know?
So after an evening of scotch tasting and attempting to walk in heels (my Pop will be proud to hear I didn't fall on my ass even once) I was back up at 7am to do some hard core cheering at the fat tire race. I know, I know, you want to know why I wasn't racing. I have no good excuse. Some days it's just more fun to run around in the snow taking videos and handing out Jamison.
(I tried to edit out the really annoying girl with the Minnesota accent shooting videoooooo but I couldn't make her go away!)
Of course, I still took full advantage of the brats and the warm fire after the race.
That could've been a great end to the weekend, but we weren't done yet. There was a cyclocross awards banquet to attend so we pried ourselves away from the fire, cleaned up and headed off for some food, awards and bowling. Thankfully they gave me my award before they saw me bowl. Someday I will break 80, really I will......
