Bring on the pain.
I spent the second half of this weekend feeling the after-effects of my intermediate-yet-badass ski moves. My friends told me, "You're really gonna feel the effects around 24 hours later." And guess what? I sure as heck did. I was sitting at the martini bar - exactly 24 hours later - and suddenly felt as if an Acme safe crash landed on me. My legs and back stiffened up, as I checked for rigormortis or zombie bites. Within a few hours...I crashed (as in sleeping...not, as in vehicular manslaughter).

And on the topic of martini bars: Bartini is on my shit list. What started out as a "quaint little neighborhood bar that served delicious drinks" has now become the "trendy little neighborhood bar that makes overpriced drinks". No more "all drinks are made as doubles," or "we can get your order right the first time you order it."

I had the opportunity to go to the Blazer game today. They played hard. I ate some hotdogs. We both won, I guess.