Aspen

I love the bumps!


My instructor leading me to my death - the mountain drops off after that point, hello double-black!


I'm stealth


My friend is that tiny dot on the mountain. My fave run, love those moguls!

No one does apres like Aspen


all good things...


*scorpio*

First Tracks!

NYE at Vail Village

Our place last year in Aspen

Relaxing by the fire with a hot toddy

For the past three weeks I have been in self-imposed seclusion prepping for the GRE. My days and nights are filled with vocab flashcards and math drills. I dream in data. My family's become accustomed to me answering the phone with, "Help me with the Quadratic equation" or "Obliquy is to opprobrium as vituperitive is to polemic?" (It's not). Suffice to say, it's pretty unbearable.

So imagine my surprise when I opened my inbox today to see a note from an old friend inviting me to Aspen with him over the break. Conveniently, it falls just a few days after I'm scheduled to do battle with the GRE... and I cannot think of a better way to celebrate. Last year, we took this incredible mogul course and I've been reminiscing ever since. (See photos above - unfortunately I'm one of those people who always forgets to snap pics while on the snow - I'm too busy having fun!) We had the perfect sunny weather and it was early enough in the season that the mountains were ours for the taking.

Though my office has been adding holiday tracks to our playlist for weeks now, to me, it doesn't feel like holiday season until I'm on the lift. Christmas can't come soon enough!

Happy Holidays, all!

*scorpio*

Scenes from a Work-ation...

Absolutely adored the room service...

These cookies were off-menu but there's nothing better than the decadance of warm milk & cookies to send me off to sleep.
(And make that 5:30 AM wake-up call for the gym that much more bearable!)


I only take bubble baths in hotels. A little wine, a little music... Bubbles, bubbly and Buble (Michael, that is) spell vacation for me.


Finally, nothing better than sprawling out on a big king size bed with no one to hog the covers... and someone else to make it in the morning! Perfection.

*scorpio*

The Other Half

I recently reconnected with my high school best friend via Facebook. We're the type who will be friends forever, even if we fall out of each other's orbits from time to time. We used to live together in Boston right before I moved to New York and she married her high school sweetheart. For a few years there, we were occasional emailers. I would think of her often but our lives are so different now. She moved to a tiny town in New Mexico to be near the Air Force base where her husband is a fighter pilot. I live in one of the biggest cities in the world and haven't had a significant relationship for a year. I have no idea what it must be like for her to have compromised like that - and she has no idea what it's like to eek by on a fashion salary in a terribly materialistic industry in a terribly expensive city.

We started emailing with more regularity a few months ago. I told her what it was like to have your heart broken (thankfully she never experienced it). She told me what it was like to live in a town where you know no one. And then one day, she wrote me an incredible email full of her deep fears regarding her husband's deployment and their future. I was floored. She was concerned that her husband might not make it back from Afghanistan alive, and that they may not have a chance at a family, and I was concerned about... what? My closet space?

I immediately booked a ticket to come visit her and keep her company during his deployment. She warned me that it was the smallest town ever "They don't even have a Target!" she said. Ahh, suburbia. It was the perfect antidote to my NY cynicism. She has the most incredible house with a full guest room & guest bathroom. They have two cars. There is no wait at the manicure salon (though, it was quite a struggle to get them to make my nails super short and sans acrylic). Margaritas are five dollars. Everyone is really nice. The streets are SO QUIET. It was perfect.

We played with her dog, got a little drunk, and spent a lot of time going through our yearbooks and gossiping. I left feeling more like myself than I had in a long time. Amazing how a place so completely different from your life can make you feel right at home.

*scorpio*

SoHo House

This is how I spent my Labor Day weekend. Paradise. In mankinis.

*scorpio*