I’m leaving on a jet plane…

I never sleep well the night before a flight.  Hence, my reason for being up right now.  I had a bad experience flying back home from a trip to Costa Rica back in 2002.  I never fully recovered from that scare.  So I think my body keeps me up the night before a flight so that I can sleep easier while airborne.  Anyway, tomorrow I’m heading to New Hampshire to go skiing.  Why is this significant?  Well, for starters, I’ve never been skiing.  And also, I hate the cold weather.  So why am I doing this?  Lots of reasons.  But the biggest is that I want that new experience.  I figure I’m at an age when I should do as much as I can while I have the means to do it.  It’s not quite the adventure that jumping out of an airplane would be, but an adventure nevertheless.  Also, the tickets are non-refundable.  :)

So I’ve heard so many things about what to expect on this trip.  A couple of friends say I will love it.  Others say to check my ego at the door because I’m going to fall.  A  lot.  And others say that I need to avoid trees so I don’t get the Sonny Bono treatment.  Well, I will try and do all those things.  My number 1 goal on this trip is to have fun.  My number 2 goal on this trip is to come back in one piece.  However, I do reserve the right to change the order on those goals.

I won’t be doing any blogging while over there, not that I’ve been doing much of that at all lately, anyway.  But I will be posting some updates on Twitter along with some pics.  If anyone has any last minute advice for a novice skier, please send some my way.  I beg you.  I simply can’t have enough help on this.  Also, isn’t it just my luck to be leaving San Antonio just as the weather decides to get perfect?  Oh well.

Let’s hit the slopes!

-Dave Q.

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  • I remember one night I was walking past Mom and Dad's room when I heard them talking about how they might not have enough money to pay their bills that month. I knew what I had to do. I went and got my piggy bank and buried it in the backyard, where they couldn't get their mitts on it.