27 years of age?
Tonight night was Casey's 27 birthday. No, we didn't celebrate it at the local Park City roller rink. Nor did we all buy him Gi Joes or Muscle Men toys. When one turns 27 it becomes a group responsibility to get the birthday boy tossed. I suppose that is why I purchased a large bottle of Jagermeister as a birthday present for Casey. To give you an idea of the amount of liquor involved in tonight's birthday extravaganza...the bottle is currently empty. This empty bottle represents the pre-funk, which means there was a lot more drinking done at the local Utah bars. On a side note, Park City bars require a membership before one can enter the establishment and drink. We are now members of two local Park City bars. You might think we are here to ski, but the truth is we just want to get drunk at local bars and walk home on icy streets.
It may be cold outside but walking is by far a better idea than driving...especially if your mode of transportation is a Volvo. I know this because on our way home we passed by a Volvo stranded in a show field. Actually, stranded is not the correct term because there were four snowboarders pushing the Volvo and shouting slang that only a fellow snowboarder could understand. Since none of us speak snowboardian we could not understand the details of the situation. But we decided these folks needed our help and we rushed to the rescue. After 20 minutes of trying to push the Volvo out of the snow field we finally succeeded in freeing the automobile. It might have taken 15 minutes but Toby mistook reverse for 4th gear...damn those 80's Volvos.
As it turned out the snowboarders whom we helped, live directly above us in our condo complex. As a token of their appreciation the leader of the snowboard pack left a T-shirt on the doorknob of our place. On it displayed the words "Ghettoslider" which is the line of clothing they design (see www.ghettoslider.com for details). So one day when Ghettoslider is more popular than Echo clothing, we can say we helped push their car out of a snowfield at 3 in the morning.
By the time we got home we were all tired and ready to call it a night. Yet somehow we managed to munipulate Casey to drink two more shots before bed. You would think at our age we would grow up. Nope, we don't. Speaking of not growing up, Toby was unfortunate enough to pass out on the couch while the rest of us were looking for entertainment before we began the process of lying in bed and watching the ceiling spin. This meant we couldn't help but perform a practical joke on Toby while he was passed out. Oh Toby...if only you knew how funny it was.
As you can tell life is good here in Park City. In fact, for those of you keeping tabs, I have decided to stay here until February. Now I just need to get that free ski pass.....
It may be cold outside but walking is by far a better idea than driving...especially if your mode of transportation is a Volvo. I know this because on our way home we passed by a Volvo stranded in a show field. Actually, stranded is not the correct term because there were four snowboarders pushing the Volvo and shouting slang that only a fellow snowboarder could understand. Since none of us speak snowboardian we could not understand the details of the situation. But we decided these folks needed our help and we rushed to the rescue. After 20 minutes of trying to push the Volvo out of the snow field we finally succeeded in freeing the automobile. It might have taken 15 minutes but Toby mistook reverse for 4th gear...damn those 80's Volvos.
As it turned out the snowboarders whom we helped, live directly above us in our condo complex. As a token of their appreciation the leader of the snowboard pack left a T-shirt on the doorknob of our place. On it displayed the words "Ghettoslider" which is the line of clothing they design (see www.ghettoslider.com for details). So one day when Ghettoslider is more popular than Echo clothing, we can say we helped push their car out of a snowfield at 3 in the morning.
By the time we got home we were all tired and ready to call it a night. Yet somehow we managed to munipulate Casey to drink two more shots before bed. You would think at our age we would grow up. Nope, we don't. Speaking of not growing up, Toby was unfortunate enough to pass out on the couch while the rest of us were looking for entertainment before we began the process of lying in bed and watching the ceiling spin. This meant we couldn't help but perform a practical joke on Toby while he was passed out. Oh Toby...if only you knew how funny it was.
As you can tell life is good here in Park City. In fact, for those of you keeping tabs, I have decided to stay here until February. Now I just need to get that free ski pass.....