Turkey, Booze, and Skis

Well, I went to a friend's house for Thanksgiving. They had about 15 people over, and plenty of booze; not to mention food. Matt cooked 17 pounds of potatoes for 15 people, not to mention a 23 pound turkey, stuffing, etc., etc., etc. We barely put a dent in it.

I, on the other hand, put a rather sizable dent in the rum punch, which is news, since I rarely drink. I fear the resulting photos. Case in point: their rowdy friend Candice (who can burp louder and longer than anyone, male or female, that I know) decided she was going to act like she had a strap-on, and kept chasing after me trying to simulate certain acts that I was not interested in performing. The audience was entertained. I escaped with only minor emotional scarring.

Today, Hans and I went skiing at Rosary lakes. It was a perfect ski day. The snow was perfect, as was the weather. I am not all that good at cross-country skiing yet, so I am a bit sore, but it was well worth it. The trees were absolutely laden with snow...ah, just look at some pictures.This one was early in the morning (probably around 9am). It was still cloudy, and I thought the lighting was pretty cool. Notice how the snow is stuck to everything, including the sides of the trees. Later on, we came upon this set of mini trees:

As the day warmed up, snow started dropping out of trees in large clumps. You would hear low, muffled thumps in the distance as clumps the size of your head hit the ground. We managed to avoid getting clobbered, but I had a few close calls:
The sky started to clear up later, and I took this very nice shot of the trees and sky:

All in all, a good trip.

Now I just have to get my homework done.