The best Valentine's Day ever

I was supposed to go on vacation last fall. I had two weeks before school started in L.A. to find a place, hang out on the beach, head to the desert, or just have fun with the ex, Surfer Boy, before becoming a slave to the educational institution once again.

Instead, I broke my foot a week before leaving, so my options for fun would be limited...

Then I came down with pneumonia and ended up back in Alaska after two horrendous weeks mostly alone in random hotel rooms barely able to eat, sleep, or function at all.

So now, 6 months later, here I am on the ferry to Haines for a wonderful Valentine's Day girl weekend extravaganza.

My friends, Ms. JB and MD have both been having a pretty rough time the last month and Ms. MD decided she couldn't take it anymore and needed to get out. So on the fly, we reserved three walk-on tickets on the fast ferry, rooms at a bed and breakfast (with a hot tub) and packed up our skis and snowshoes.

I'm mostly excited about the hot tub. I've been having dreams about the hot tub. Every night since we decided to go. Best case scenario we'll be the only people staying at the Bed and Breakfast and we can all hot tub naked with the bottle of wine that I have shoved in my backpack.

As far as Valentine's Day goes, I think this will go down as one of my favorites. I have chocolate in my bag, plenty of snow gear for fun outside, two of my closest friends, wine, and ferry boats. It's only for two days but that's all the vacation I need.