In a few short hours I'm flying out of here and heading to the mountains of North Carolina for our annual family weekend and diddy's 60th b-day/retirement celebration. The idea is simple: Rent a cabin, guys go golfin, girls go shoppin, and at night we reconvene for eatin, drinkin and chewin the fat. (I'll be investigating that gross phrase in short order)
The whole affair always makes me think of that part in Trainspotting: What are you talkin' about? Guys: Football. What are you talkin' about? Girls: Shoppin'.
I'm getting pretty excited for that first moment I step out of the airport and breath in that North Carolina air. It smells... so... green.