So Tahoe was fun.

Oh yeah, went to Lake Tahoe for our second annual ski vacation this past weekend. Second annual for me, third for our party planners. Three of my buddies from college went to visit another friend of ours in San Fran two years ago. They decided to make it a ski vacay. They had so much fun with just the four of them they though they would invite a few others. So last year 30 or so of us decided to join them. Let's just say, t-shirts were made and everything. You can imagine where it went from there.
This year we decided to take it up a notch. An evite was formed, mass emails complied, flight and lodging info coordinated. 75 total revelers would be on hand for this years trip. That sounds like it should be an all out crazy time. Don't get me wrong, a good time was had by all. Or so i hear.

When you have 75 of anything, inevitably something gets lost. Or in this case someone. Or somepeople. Or 30 some-odd people. The whole 4 day weekend I think I only counted 45 people that I saw. Mind you, that is enough for a quorum, but where was everyone else? Did they have a good time? Did they get arrested? Are they still lost on the slopes? If so, did that big St Bernard with the mini keg of Captain Morgans* come by to rescue them? In any event, I can say I went to Tahoe with 75 people and that just sounds cooler.

So I won big my first night a the Caesars Casino. I played a game I had never played before, 'Let it Ride'. This game was very catchy. By the end of the weekend not only had I "returned" all the money I had won the first night i somehow coerced others in my group empty some of their wallet into the collection tray being passed out by the dealer.

In any event I think a good time was had by all.

Quote of the weekend: "Do you have any Journey?"
Song of the weekend: "I like the Way You Move"


* It's my story, I can have it be any liquor i choose

Decided to venture out on my own. It is a new year and its time to grease up the limbs and clean out the brain. In that order.

This new blog is dedicated to a bit of Americana I call wood carving. The name alone connotates excruciating pain but maybe that is just the inner twelve year old thinking.

Be sure to check out Canada's pride of the industry, Three Trees Woodworks in beautiful Van"cooo"ver, British Columbia and their ode to the Chunky Stool.