Beware, the Ides of March.

March is supposed to go in like a lion and out like a lamb, right? Well, I think my March has it backwards. Things started off super smoothly this month. I was scheduled for a week in Vermont with Sister and the rest of the B clan during the first full week of the month. I was sailing through a fairly quiet week at work, and there were developments on the romance front about which I was pretty stoked. Yup, March came in purring (or making whatever sound a lamb makes) like a perfect little angel. I won't go into detail, but suffice it to say that my March road has become a bit bumpier than I anticipated a few weeks ago. It's cool, though - it's nothing my Ke$ha pandora station and a few nights of $2 margaritas can't pick me up from. Onwards and upwards, I say..

Now that that's out of the way, let's rewind to my week in Vermont. I jetted up to Burlington and met Sister for some relaxation (read: hours and hours of Veronica Mars episodes) before hitting the slopes later in the week. A brief word of advice: don't fly with a gigantic hangover. Especially when a 400 pound man is sitting next to you eating snacks (loudly). It's not pleasant. What IS pleasant is strapping on a pair of crisp white goggles and wearing cushiony high socks while looking totally bad ass on a snow board. Oh yes I did. I tore it up on the magic carpet hill. Until Brother and Sister convinced me to ride the ski lift with them. Brother and Sister are actually bad ass on snow boards. I just look bad ass (until I start tumbling all over the place and find myself somehow wrapped around the fence of a nearby condo). But I think looking bad ass is half the battle, no? Okay, maybe it's a third of the battle. I knew things were going quickly down hill (ha) when we got to the top of the lift and I took out Brother and Sister in one fluid motion. (Sorry, sibs!) They recovered a bit better than I did, and it took them about half the time to make it down the mountain that it took me. But, man, it was great fun. Oh, and I have never been more grateful to be wearing a helmet in my entire life. Snowboarding (even poorly) is so terrific, I might even retire skiing for good. That'll depend, though, on whether I can remember what a toe turn means when I show up next year. Here's hoping.

I'm sitting on my couch watching American Idol as I write this post. And I have to say, I think they should just fast forward the entire competition and have America vote off 5 or 6 people tonight. Pia is clearly the best girl. Hands down. Way down. She's flawless in her performance, gorgeous, poised, and ready for super stardom. So if a girl wins and it's not Pia, then America has no ears. That's the only logical conclusion to be drawn. The guys are a bit trickier because their styles vary so much. Paul is pretty fantastic with his Ray LaMontagne voice and his crazy chicken dance. And Casey's self-deprecating humor is enjoyable, but I really want him to shave his beard and cut his hair. Is that so much to ask? He makes us look at him every week; he should make that experience a pleasant (word of the day?) one for all of us. However, he just sang Smells Like Teen Spirit, so I have to give him props for that, even though it in no way shows off his voice. The country dude looks like a mix between George W Bush and Howdy Doody, and I can't think about anything else when he's singing. Oh, there's also the rocker guy who wears a tail coming out of his jeans. He's pretty sweet. But he wears a tail. So basically, Pia should win. Also, they're singing songs from the year they were born, and there are WAY too many kids on here who were born in the 90's. They shouldn't do this theme anymore if the contestants are going to be so young. I think it alienates the audience. One more thing: Pia should win.

In other news, tomorrow is St. Patty's Day. So I should go pick out my green outfit. Cheers to drinking work lunches!