So today I decided to step things up a notch.
And it paid off in spades. Although, sometimes spades can be a little hard to take at 3:30 in the morning.
I was up pretty late last night running around with the local heathens. Early rising this morning was not an option. I made it onto the mountain around noon, so I decided I had to attack like Mario hitting a plate of spaghetti. I went to the top of the highest lift and then i hiked to the top of that peak. The lift itself is 9990 in elevation. I was a ways above that.
When I got to the top, I was greeted by the sign you see prominently displayed here. I started tingling.
I took a ton of pictures riding down from there, and tracked my first virgin powder of the week, so it was well worth it. Even if the picture were all I got from the trip, it would have been worth it.
So after boarding for the 4+ hours I had available to me, I ran over to my sister’s place to see how Lance was doing and chill out.
Lance was feeling noticeably better after some percocet. Good enough in fact, to give me a new snowboard and a new pair of boots (both black). I am, needless to say, very pleased with this since I haven’t owned my own board in a few years.
The hits just kept coming when Tamika, Matt’s girlfriend, showed up and opened her mouth. This girl is pure comedy. She has a way of making everything sound suggestively perverse. Withing 5 minutes she had said, “I was just bent over all day,” “i was totally sweating like a pig,” “Oh, man, feeeeel that stretch,” and “now i need a cigarette.” I think all women should take speech lessons from Tamika.
I had to bounce to go help out with sundance stuff, so I missed out on what I am sure was a fantastically entertaining recounting of her recent activities. The evening was mostly uneventful. Nasreen, a zombie movie maker from Brooklyn, swung by to say hi on her way to a movie called teeth. I read the description for the movie and I was a little disturbed. Something about vaginas and teeth. Seriously.
Some girls from the volunteer group invited me to a party and gave me some sketchy directions before I gave them my number and told them to call me when they got there. Fully expecting them to disappear in Wyoming while looking for the house they said was two blocks away, I didn’t expect them to disturb my rest for the night.
It wasn’t them i should have been worried about.
I was awakened at 2:30 in the morning by the sounds of voices i did not know speaking loudly outside the door to the room i am staying in. I’d fallen asleep fully clothed and with a hat on, so i just wandered out to see what was happening. Four people I had never seen before, 2 guys and 2 girls, dressed in the local fashion of snowboarding high school dropout chic were yelling at one another from 6 inches away as if they were retirees with howling tinitis. Apparently they had just come from a club.
Not one of them thought to explain themselves or why they had disturbed my much needed rest, so i poured some juice and decided to wait and see how the situation played out. Eventually they introduced themselves, still without justification for being the only conscious people in the house besides the one they had just awakened. Then suddenly, this was no longer true.
People starting coming in the front door in pairs and triplets. Diedre wandered in and explained that she knew i would have loved the ‘vibe’ at the club she was just at, so she invited everyone back to her house. For my sake. Yeah.
The only people that caught my eye were two tall, leggy young girls dressed as if it were summer in Los Angeles and they were on the corner trying to make rent. They must have been 21, or at least had a good fake ID, as they were drunk and practically screwing each other through the little clothing they had on. Normally, this would be a good thing.
But they couldn’t pull it off. They were dressed in an evocative manner, something rare for this area, but they fell definitely short of sexy. As if they had only seen sexy through the eyes of Paris Hilton. They didn’t have any of their own. The sexuality lacked any femininity aside from their cleavage. No Nuance, all Force. Yuck.
Since I was awake, I decided I would go check out the other party, even though I had a vague idea of it’s location, at best. Five minutes, a little black ice, and some scared pedestrians later, I actually found the place. Given that my directions were “Go out to this street, head that way, take the first turn and it’s number 274,” I think that this ranks somewhere up there with Moses parting the Red Sea. I kid you not. I’m that good.
Sadly the girl that extended the invitation was nowhere in sight and all the people still active had some burning desire to leave the hosue completely empty and party in an RV parked in the drive way. Now, trailers can hold a hell of a party, just ask anyone in Alabama, but I just wasn’t up for PBR and mullets tonight.
Coming back to Diedre’s house I get a first hand look at exactly what the tall brunette was(n’t) hiding under her skirt as she is fishing something out of the couch cushions. I’ve always thought school girl skirts for grown up was a great idea. Tonight is no exception.
The music has changed to something a little more palatable, but I’m tired. I spend a minute setting up my laptop for the wireless here at the house, say hi to the dj and close my door to put some words down for the day.
As I type this, someone is screeching an awful rendition of Aerosmith’s “What It Takes” and must have their face pressed against the door to accomplish the amount of volume they are pumping into this room from the next. I like the song, but not at this time of the morning.
So, today was great. I thought earlier today I may have missed my calling as a ski bum and have been reminded this evening that I could never cut it as one of these derelicts.
More pics to come, I promise.
