  Against my better judgement, I've allowed myself to be convinced to go up to urlLink Mt. Sunapee in New Hampshire for the night with former classmates.
(By some miracle, the male-female ratio on this trip is 3:1, while normally in the class the ratio is 1:3. ) Most of them are going skiing. I most definitely am not. There is nothing enchanting about the idea of bundling up with two slats of wood affixed to your feet, waiting in line to ride a lift to the top of a mountain - where it is even colder than at the base!
- and then flying down the mountain, adding wind chill to further lower the temperature, blistering your face, attempting to avoid trees and rocks because they are your enemy at this point. And then paying for this "privilege"? No sirree, not for me. (Crankypants said the he would also pay good money for a picture of me skiing. The mental image alone was enough to send him into peals of laughter for a good five minutes. Hrmph.
) I will be the one sitting sitting in the urlLink cottage with a mug of hot chocolate, watching people trudge in from the snow and making fun of them if they're hurt/cold/etc. However, I am indeed excited to go up to the mountains, for two reasons: sledding maple sugar candy Sledding is the only winter sport I will participate in. It is safe, because you are sitting, and if you're about to hit a tree, you can just tumble off your sled and the likelihood of your breaking your leg/arm/other body part is much less.
Plus, you don't have to pay lift fees, and it takes one back to his/her childhood, if one's childhood involved snow and hills. And maple sugar candy - I have been dreaming about making this since I read urlLink Little House in the Big Woods in second grade. I was so jealous when Laura got to drizzle warmed maple syrup over snow and make candy that way. I used to dream about doing this at night. There is no snow in LA, and I have not made it since attending college on this coast because urban snow is dirty. So with this trip, I hopefully will be able to realise a long-standing dream. However, I have been warned by numerous people that I am not allowed to eat too much of it, because I have a tendency towards hyperness, especially when there is a lot of sugar coursing through my system.
If I become like Ross on that episode of Friends , there apparently will be a very stiff punishment. Thus, my packing list so far consists of: Sled (must borrow from someone) Maple syrup Bikini (for potential hot tub action) Camera (for any potential blackmail worthy pictures) Cute snowflake-printed-flannel-lined khakis I am sure I'm missing lots of stuff. Must get to work on this. 
