So I just returned from a day-long skiing adventure in Eastern Pennsylvania. As of the time of this writing, I am quite thoroughly inebriated due to a mixture of Jack Daniels shots, Jagermeister shots, Southern Comfort shots, Wild Turkey shots, Rumple Minze shots, Yuengling lager, Amaretto sours, Jagerbombs, Irish Carbombs, and liberal quantities
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And bring knee pads and a helmet.
Your first day skiing sounded like mine, though I was eight... and likely not drunk or trying to pick up ski bunnies. And someone had stolen my poles, so I did the big runs without them cause I wanted to be in my best friend's advanced ski class, even though I'd never gone before.
Well, I'm off to eat and get the hell out of the house before Jolene comes home. I sure hope she meant it when she said she was moving out. It's making being here really difficult.
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- don't believe in safety equipment in the winter.
- didn't need poles to be stolen.. my pole was snapped in half upon my first trip down the first black diamond course from the sheer force inflicted upon it as I initially fell. I suspect this could have contributed to my pulling a Sunny Bono.
- good to know we're all caught up in how your life's been. I'd sure hate to wonder what the hell happened to your relationships with any of your friends..
If this song sounds bitter,
it's because it is;
and I am.
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