Sunday River, Maine Day #1: II
I think one the most useful things I have done so far this semester is aiding Adam in having ski and snowboard club recognized as an official club on campus here at beautiful Ramapo College of New Jersey. From the get go, we immediately began planning our first club trip. Adam had chosen Sunday River out of his ass and I went along with it. Good thing business majors were running this club I must say. Anyway, all things aside we move to our departure date of December 1st. We planned it like this: Leave at 2am on friday, arrive between 8 and 9 in the morning, ride, chill, ride saturday, chill, ride sunday, leave at 5 back at school before midnight. We also had a grand idea to party hard thursday night up until we left at 2am, then fall asleep on the bus. Well, Adam picked me up at my dorm, we hit the liquor store, dropped off my shit at his apartment, then went to this party. Eventually after the beer and rum was kicked Eilon and I went to this car to take our herbal medicine. By the time we were loading the bus I was quite inebriated. As drunk as I was, and also the 59 other people on the bus, we actually got out of there on time, without a hitch. Adam says I passed out right over the Tappan Zee, but I think it was more Connecticut. I guessing he would know because I kept him up the whole bus ride because I was snoring like a freight train. And for those lucky few who are reading this and have slept with me, you know how bad it is. Eventually I woke up super hungover at a rest stop in Maine. An hour later we were checking in for or condo. Well he was, I was taking a well deserved poop and trying to sober up for some riding. But when we got there it was kinda raining, but Adam and I were still pumped to ride. We knew it was gonna suck though, we pretty much knew it.
After riding in some wet mush, we called it a day and retreated to our condos, which I must say were pimped out. We eventually learned of this key hot tub / heated pool area in our complex, so Adam and I strolled over. At this point, people were back to sleep, or still sleeping from last not having rode at all. Pussies. Adam and I got into this seriously huge hot tub. We sat there feeling very un-gay, up until I realized there were no bubbles at all. You had to hit a button to get the jets going. It must have been about 20 minutes before we realized how gay we were in a hot tub without jets or bubbles.
We made plans to party and what not, so went to the local mart on the premises, and cleaned out every 30 pack they had there. Basically everyone began congregating to our room condo. It maxed out at about probably 20+ people freely partaking in herbal medicine and drinking fun soda. Everyone was extremely inebriated. I was filming this entire ordeal on mini DV but I am still scared to see the footage. I don't recall where I was at the time, but supposedly security told us to "keep it down". I don't know what might have tipped them off, the blasting music, or the fact our entire floor smelled like herbal medicine. End day #1. That party made up for some shitty riding.
After riding in some wet mush, we called it a day and retreated to our condos, which I must say were pimped out. We eventually learned of this key hot tub / heated pool area in our complex, so Adam and I strolled over. At this point, people were back to sleep, or still sleeping from last not having rode at all. Pussies. Adam and I got into this seriously huge hot tub. We sat there feeling very un-gay, up until I realized there were no bubbles at all. You had to hit a button to get the jets going. It must have been about 20 minutes before we realized how gay we were in a hot tub without jets or bubbles.
We made plans to party and what not, so went to the local mart on the premises, and cleaned out every 30 pack they had there. Basically everyone began congregating to our room condo. It maxed out at about probably 20+ people freely partaking in herbal medicine and drinking fun soda. Everyone was extremely inebriated. I was filming this entire ordeal on mini DV but I am still scared to see the footage. I don't recall where I was at the time, but supposedly security told us to "keep it down". I don't know what might have tipped them off, the blasting music, or the fact our entire floor smelled like herbal medicine. End day #1. That party made up for some shitty riding.