Cabo Tahoe!

Last night, we partied with Sammy Hagar.

(OK, fine...we partied with Fake Sammy). I boogied with the best dancer on earth to the ever-popular "please don't smack my bevah." Spent the day hiking the gorgeous mountains and hanging out at the ski village. All in all, Tahoe rocks.

Except for dinner tonight, which consisted of sea carnage on toast and the absolute worst s'mores I've ever had. Two thumbs down (or one, as the case may be). And now I am sitting in the equivalent of a smokey church basement watching craps, which is total craps. Get me back outside!