"Tomorrow cant come soon enough," We're sure these words share a familiar tune on your Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and possibly, for the unlucky few, on your Friday as well. Yeah... lets get away from the work week, and our wives (or husband) to be with something we truly love; cliff drops, peak to peak ridgelines, cornice pops, ski bunnies, and (small font) groomers. Ok, for those of you offended, we'd hate to lose you as one of our 7 weekly readers so significant others are more than welcome to join in our affair with the twin peaks. Disclaimer: If you don't already know, there are no friends on powder day.... but since my friend Zach (Morris) has coupled me with the tenacity of Tony Montana, powder days possibly possess two meanings, one which brings many (short term) friends....lets just leave that there. Back to the purpose of this post... It's f%$#*n Tuesday and we're all itching for turns on the pow more than Gary Busey. It's this immortal power of the face shot that keeps us lying to our wives about why our sick Grandpa Delbert continues to move around the world to seemingly random destinations like WY, AK, CO, Chile to name a few. Lets just say powder leads to what we like to call "snow, white-lies." So, what are your plans? Did you figure out a way to car pool i70 this weekend so we're not all publicly f'd? Did you book that plane ticket using the "hidden" credit card, you know what I'm talking about? or did you possibly trade in that Winnebago for a scooter to continue that trip to Aspen? If you haven't, get to it.... You don't wont to be fired from your 9/5 because the Don Bravo boss man is tracking your internet clicks to the Office Couloir or Teton Gravity Research. Or perhaps you do, whispers the devil in your ear...
See you on the slopes.
FACE SLAP!
See you on the slopes.
FACE SLAP!