rest easy and wake with a song in my head
its so hard to escape when the weather works against you. Theres nothing more depressing than going outside for the space and having the sky rapping you in. Sunny days with clouds are the best because you understand that the world sprawls out far beyond the barren hills and the jet trails make you think only of tranquil altitudes.
I heard the reason the russians have always been crazy about their vodka was that, in a place like Russia, you cant help but drink away your worries, you look out your window and the hills are barren and the air is cold and theres nothing to do. Sometimes I feel like a Russian
ME "You know that one kid you always see at ski slopes who just tumbles his way down the mountain? That was me"
CHRISTINE "haha but i bet it was cute"
ME "I dont know, maybe. That girl I bowled over probably didnt think so"
CHRISTINE "Shit, you hit a kid?"
ME "Shes an adult, she can deal with it"
CHRISTINE "Oh! I thought you meant like a child"
ME "I dont like to think about that one. There was blood everywhere."
It wasnt all bad. Actually, i had a great time. Mark and i got our cards punched and then just blew off the class time. I mean, honestly, even if your someone whos never snowboarded before (me), would you really want to deal with a 4 hour long course about it? Exactly, which is why Mark and I set off to teach me on our own. Our method was simple; Mark rattled off a list of all the things i shoudl never ever do and then explained the basics. After about 20 minutes of me learning to stand up on my own, we spent the next 4 hours running the slopes over and over. I would get about 50 feet down, crash, immediately jump back up, crash, immediately jump back up, crash...yeah. At first I felt like a dumbass, because there is absolutely no glory in getting your ass kicked by a large sheet of ice, but after the first hour or so, it was paying off. The classes weren't even out of the preliminary discussions and i had already learned how to fall baackwards instead of on my face. At one point my boots came out of the board and wouldnt lock back in. After something like 15 minutes i just gave up and rode the board down like a sled
I heard the reason the russians have always been crazy about their vodka was that, in a place like Russia, you cant help but drink away your worries, you look out your window and the hills are barren and the air is cold and theres nothing to do. Sometimes I feel like a Russian
ME "You know that one kid you always see at ski slopes who just tumbles his way down the mountain? That was me"
CHRISTINE "haha but i bet it was cute"
ME "I dont know, maybe. That girl I bowled over probably didnt think so"
CHRISTINE "Shit, you hit a kid?"
ME "Shes an adult, she can deal with it"
CHRISTINE "Oh! I thought you meant like a child"
ME "I dont like to think about that one. There was blood everywhere."
It wasnt all bad. Actually, i had a great time. Mark and i got our cards punched and then just blew off the class time. I mean, honestly, even if your someone whos never snowboarded before (me), would you really want to deal with a 4 hour long course about it? Exactly, which is why Mark and I set off to teach me on our own. Our method was simple; Mark rattled off a list of all the things i shoudl never ever do and then explained the basics. After about 20 minutes of me learning to stand up on my own, we spent the next 4 hours running the slopes over and over. I would get about 50 feet down, crash, immediately jump back up, crash, immediately jump back up, crash...yeah. At first I felt like a dumbass, because there is absolutely no glory in getting your ass kicked by a large sheet of ice, but after the first hour or so, it was paying off. The classes weren't even out of the preliminary discussions and i had already learned how to fall baackwards instead of on my face. At one point my boots came out of the board and wouldnt lock back in. After something like 15 minutes i just gave up and rode the board down like a sled