Saturday night i hit the Absinthe premeire along with a bunch of the Seattle shred scene. Bumped into a bunch of peeps i haven’t seen in a while–some who i only see on hill. Fun times, high5′s n shit. After the flick we hit the Whiskey Bar. Pretty much everyone who was of age relocated from the King Cat Theater, including recent inductee, Nick Jones. We were one of the 1st there, so i got the kid a shot of Hornitos. 5 mins later, purge. Dude got expelled with quickness. Peace.
Sunday, hit Westport with a handfull of friends. Parking lot was more stacked than i’ve ever seen it. Still, plenty of room for plenty of waves though. Victim #2 was Ki. Dude had too much fun the night before at the Whiskey Bar.
Same day Eli drank some ocean and got sick. Right in front of a restaurant in Westport too! Someone was pulling in to park with a perfect view of eli. They quickly hit reverse and parked down the street. We ended up having to pull over a few more times on the ride home. Thanks for not puking in my car.
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“…more stacked than i’ve ever seen it. ”
WELL NO DOI BLUD YOU FUCKING RUINED NW SURFING AND ITS MOST TREASURED SECRET SPOT WHAT DID YOU EXPECT?
OH AND THANKS FOR SUPPORTING MERVIN
so i try talking to above said nick jones since i know we’re both at central and shit and he goes, “i knew who you were before i even seen you. you know what your problem is? you were born.”
i just laughed and said, “yeah, you’re probably right. why did i choose to be born?”
snowboarding has gotten really sad.
ive been riding a snowboard since ’93 and i cant believe how elitist ski fucking acres has gotten over the years. it has changed so much from what it started out to be. and what it should be.
im sure ill get over it by the time snow starts fallin again. but fuck.
go big or go home, bro.
well at least you don’t puke after one shot of tequila. hey-O!
…you just get kicked off the mountain for a year.
man, Ef ski acres. bring it back to alpental.
i hate the whiskey bar, and im pretty sure the whiskey bar hates me. I did get thanked for buying people beers and I wasnt even there. sounds like a tanked full good time.
yeah good point. if somethin’s worth doin its worth doin it right. how old was I? 19? I think? My memory has always been a little foggy since MC domed me with that fryin pan. and not being able to hold my liquor has sadly never been a problem of mine. i wish it were, im sure i would have stayed out of a lot of trouble if that were the case.
speaking of which. when i was down at the dol gettin my license back a few months ago i ran into some old guy. he was on a bike cause they took his license too. I just asked for a smoke and acknowledged that he had a cool bike and that i got my mountain bike when i was in tahoe. he said his son was in tahoe. his name was matt. i asked if the old dudes name was clark. and bam!! MC’s dad at the auburn dol. bummin the kelson a smoke. MC’s still in truckee.
bringin alpy back?
thats a big 10-4.
over.