Welcome to the new year. It's been a crazy 2010 with all the ups and downs of the economy, war, etc. Let's hope that in 2011 we leave the Middle East and return to some sort of prosperity. Oh, and one more thing I hope happens: we all start talking about population control instead of just increasing taxes or giving tax breaks for increasing the population. What's that all about anyway? We aren't run by Rome anymore!
I never make resolutions for the new year but I'm going to this time. I am going to resolve to never make resolutions and just try to live every moment in the present. That is still sort of a resolution I guess. Living in the present will be very difficult for me. I seem to regret things I do and don't do...what a waste of my life.
Ok, now lets move on to the weather. It's 48 degrees up here and the snow is slushy or non existent. We had been skiing on the new 16 inches that fell last week but we never got any renewal snow. We skied in mud and rocks yesterday. The snow boarders scraped everything off. That was confirmed by my snow boarding nephew. I'm not prejudice against snow boarders but come on! Is it just a way to abolish the last bit of civility on the mountain? It's been suggested that we have "no snow boarder" days. Wow, wouldn't that be something? Chris (my nephew) has decided to return to his roots of actually skiing. Thank you Chris. Thank you for doing your part to keep snow and civility on the mountain.
The Hill House has been a revolving door of debauchery for the last 10 days. First we had my amiga Mary Coyle and her family as well as our friend "the French Chef" as he was called the entire time he was here with his family. Most of us skied. Pictures attached. Bruno and Olivier, the French restauranteur and the French chef, respectively, made us a beautiful Christmas Eve dinner. There were a total of 16 of us in our modest abode, including my sister Amy. A lot of very good wine (thanks to Bruno) was consumed.
That gang ended up overlapping the next gang because of the major snow storm that hit the East Coast.
It was a mad house. They finally were able to get home and then the shit show really began up here. It's been a great big blur of moguls and drinking. Not necessarily in that order. See the New Years Eve pictures. We had a wonderful NYE dinner with pasta from Richie, Steak from Bobby and soup that was still here from the French visitors. Kim cooked. No fires and it was all great.
Tomorrow is Kim's birthday. She really doesn't care for her birthday being so close to Christmas but that's life..be happy. My new motto.