3 things to take to a trip:-

1. A bagpack
2. A pouch
3. A less annoying partner

( I'd gladly give you a link or a picture to those things I've mention up there, but I can't be arsed too )

My partner is good, but for one thing. He waits until there's about 15 mins left then wakes me up to tell me we're almost out of time and gotta check out soon, so while I'm complementing how to piss, shower, brush and put on my contacts at the same time, he's out there yelling at me that he's going down first, telling me to double check everything, take the keys and oh, don't be late. But other than that slight thing, we get along fine. Think I'm going skiing today, not sure. Hopefully yes.

- Yes, apparently I'm indeed going skiing. But I'm missing bb so much that I'm far from being excited about the second reason I'm here for. And I have a cute love and hate feeling about it, mostly love. ( After ski ) Skiing to me is one thing, dumb & nonsense fun. I mena, you don't get any momentum in a small and leveled place ( a plateau ), you take 800 years to get up a slope ( 200 if you take the cable, but it take you all the way up to the highest point, something only a skier with 3 years of experience can do, apparently ) and you get about 4 seconds of fun coming down a hill hoping you won't fall or look like an idiot knocking someone down. Or blind someone with the poker stick in your hand. I'd say that beats soccer at times when you have to be serious. And you don't have those nifty sticks to poke people with. Or those baggy MC Hammer pants. Or the stupid shoes. Bliss. A sudden thought of someone else will or have come and swept bb's heart away suddently comes into my mind. Darn. Miss her much.