"I admit the deed! Tear up the planks! Here, here!
If you suckers are wondering who the asshat was that beat you to the first tracks in a foot of powder on Aquarius then you can stop fucking wondering. It was me!
Yeah. And after I tracked that run up, I went to Skid Row and did the same damn thing. (Hog's Back was closed and most poor bastards didn't know you could get to the backside and Tye Mill on Double Diamond.) Don't hate the playa, yo. Sue and I ruined several runs then hooked up with Shelly on Daisy. She had gotten some longer skis and wasn't feelin' it. I rode goofy a while and did ok. Can't link turns smoothly but I didn't fall either (that came after lunch!)
We went to the lodge for provisions and had rib plates. Kind of odd to watch people in puffy jackets and ski goggles cook bbq. Sue and I got drunk on Chardonnay and blush. We embarrassed Shelly.
Shelly ditched us and went and got some better skis.
Sue and I took our drunk asses to the terrain park and competed for the meat chucker award. I think I won (just on sheer number of falls) but Sue took a good one after a rather stylish jump. Someone called one of us a douchbag. Maybe he knew about the backside. Or maybe one of us cut him off-- either way, fuck you too!
We closed down Steven's once again, and another enviable day (you know who you are) in the books.
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