For those of you always working for the weekend.
I’ve sort perfected a way to both celebrate, and skip, the ridiculousness that is New Year’s. The past few years, I drive down to Philadelphia on New Year’s Eve and stay at my sister’s. We typically go out for a few drinks, or get a nice dinner, and then head to bed pretty soon after
I’ve been saying for some time now that NEPA needs to get on board with rest of the state, and start marketing some kind of beverage trail to highlight the local breweries, wineries, and distilleries that have both been popping up, but also around for a while. A couple of years ago, I even made
My sister knows me pretty well, because this year she got me a gift certificate for a Philadelphia food tour, which combines three of my favorite things: eating, free-samples (technically if you pay for this yourself, it won’t fall into this category, but since it was a gift for me, it does), and random trivia
Sometimes I like being sore. Not like, so-painful-you-can’t-function-properly sore, but that sort of good sore you sometimes wake up with the day after physically exerting yourself more than usual. I like the good sore that comes with big day hikes and lengthy cross-country skies, or that I’m-sore-in-places-I-didn’t-know-I-could-be-sore-in feeling that comes after trying something new like
Happy late New Year to everyone. I think this might the earliest I’ve ever posted into the New Year, mainly, I think, because it’s the fastest I’ve ever recovered, and then re-acclimated into the real world from the break from reality that is the holiday season. My holiday season was fun, and jam packed, and
PA Weekend Fun 
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