lest you think I've gone soft (for Jeff)

I guess I should tell you guys about last week.

How about a cliff's notes version?

There were five nights and three houses in three different towns. There was a get together with a bunch of tri freaks, three dogs, a full bar, two waterfalls, one miniature horse, and one pair of fake boobs. There was a cabin in the mountains with four ironchicks, one guy, and two dogs. There was a car spinning incident which resulted in my car stuck in a snowdrift that prevented it from going down the side of a hill. There were snowboarding lessons and two and a half hour runs. There was one knee twisty incident that still hurts a little bit. There was an impromptu snowboard lesson from a hot ski instructor dude who promptly left after I used the "f" word. There were four girls and one shot of Tuaca. There was wine, beer, and hot chocolate spiked with Grand Marnier. There was a passing out incident on a friend's bathroom floor. There was a house in the foothills outside of Boulder that I would pretty much kill to live in, complete with a whole herd of neighborhood dogs who know how to enter through the doggie door. There was a drive across western Kansas in the snow, an avalance that covered the highway (the day after we left), and not one but two meals eaten at Pizza Hut?! Yuck.

It was pretty much heaven.

Here's some evidence:

There are more pics from the trip up on Josh's flickr site.