This is pure snow! Do you have any idea what the street value of this mountain is?

How does one properly say "goodbye" to a blog? I never said "goodbye" to Stef Hates New York and now there is some cheesy post about grocery shopping etched in cyber space memory as the last inane thing I said about the city. That is no way to go out. I'm not quite ready to say adios to loving Amsterdam (I mean, I'm about to have a weekend in a German city dressed up like a pirate....if that's not blog-able, what is?), but I am at the point of worrying about moving. And what better way to procrastinate actually doing something than writing about worrying about it -- especially since my apartment looks like its had six squatters throwing ragers for the past week instead of being the pristine haven it should be for the next renter.

So yeah, for all you who don't know already, I'm headed back to NYC March 1.

Just returned from a mini Team Europe gathering in Geneva. Swiss Francs, by the way, give a whole new dimension to the term "Monopoly money." If it weren't the most expensive country in Europe, it would be funnier. We attempted to recruit new members to our team, but due to excessive mention of the "D-train" our membership remains "exclusive." I am still feeling ill from the fondue. And though it was too snowy to actually see the Alps, I did get the opportunity to roll around in them (apparently I make crappy snow angels). Ski towns make me want to learn how to ski. Sadly, the last think I need is a new expensive hobby. (At this age, dare I say all new hobbies are expensive? Even if I want to become a graffiti artist, I have to buy the paint, get myself a harness in order to hang of bridges/roofs, etc.).