Still breaking old habits
I spent the last few days with Keith in Utah. I got to ski at Alta, which was both amazing and challenging. It was about 45 degress on Saturday and 50 on Sunday. I really want to get some longer/fatter/rounder skis that I can bring out west and really hit the powder with next year. I kind of sound like a bro right now but whatevz. Anyway, Saturday he had a kegger for some friends who are going away, and there was a sketchy kid. Long story short, he was asked to leave a little after midnight. He came back around 2:30-3:00, all cut up and holding an open switchblade. Sketchy, no? Bandaged him up, sent him away. We're pretty sure the cops were looking for him. Kegs are also illegal in Utah. Mormons. What the fuck you you expect? I got a goggle tan/sunburn and now my face is peeling which is pretty gross.
I love travelling. I love planes and airports and buying magazines to read on said planes (stay away from Bluff magazine. It sucks). When I was on my way to Salt Lake City, I had a connection in Cincinnati, and there were all these guys leaving for the navy, and their families were all their crying, and honestly, I had to turn away because I was about to cry. Pretty sensitive huh? One of those perspective moments that really orients you in your life.
I love travelling. I love planes and airports and buying magazines to read on said planes (stay away from Bluff magazine. It sucks). When I was on my way to Salt Lake City, I had a connection in Cincinnati, and there were all these guys leaving for the navy, and their families were all their crying, and honestly, I had to turn away because I was about to cry. Pretty sensitive huh? One of those perspective moments that really orients you in your life.