I think I'm finally returning to a reasonable state of normalcy (that's a relative thing, of course) after last weekend's Big Chill event.

There's nothing quite like 20 or so warped college friends in an enclosed space for two days and nights. As well as an unlimited amount and variety of food 24/7, a regular stream of cocktails, frequent soaks in the hot tub, and painful bouts with uncontrollable belly laughs. And a beautiful day out on the ski slopes at Bretton Woods.

Whew!

Anyway, it was mega fun and I can't wait to do it again in another year. But lemme get some more rest first, okay?!

The movie and music that inspired it all... "oooooo, I heard it through the grapevine..."

The center of our Big Chill universe: The hot tub. 106F in, 2F out!

The skiing at Bretton Woods rocked, with an excellent selection of speedy cruising trails...

...and a killer view of Mount Washington and the Presidential Range. Not too shabby.

Several 22-pound lasagnas (I'm kidding, but they were heavy) formed the basis for this overindulging weekend of food intake.

Big Chill dinnah with some of da gang.