sometimes trips that seem will be so suck turn out to be epic.
sometimes trips that don't even involve alpine travel can be magical.
sometimes you try to write a witty tr, but nothing can replace the plab time you just had.
sometimes you wake up at 5am in a snowpark near mt hood, and slowly the story weaves back into your mind, and you realize why you passed out, and why you smell like cheap stripper perfume.
sometimes Texas too can be not suck
sometimes silicone jubblies bounce in your face...
sometimes this causes you to get the spings
sometimes said silicone induced spins cause one to wander around hotels in boxers
sometimes you just have to blow chips
sometimes you have to call your wife and tell her a good story
sometimes she just laughs at your sorry hung over ass
always, always. it is good to come back to chossville.
i'm glad i'm not a rock star, cuz i can't do that shit every night.