Oh my god, such a crazy weekend. First off, David, Will, Scott, Sam and Team Cobra - Baker opening in mandatory, we have got to meet up and ski an entire day up at Baker asap.
Friday: Went to a show at Studio 7 in Seattle, a Battle of the Bands that my friends group, the Van Eps, were featured in. Hella drunk ($2 PBR!), but they had great music. So good I would use it for a ski movie. I think I'm going to send a few of their CD's to Jeff Thomas and some local filmers, it would fit in a ski movie quite well. They ended up not winning because some gay ass band that sounded like Red Hot Chili Peppers took their entire high school to this place or something. Lame.
Saturday: Tutored, made some money, then spent it all on what followed. Triple Threat went down in a huge way. Sam brought some bellinghamers down, met scott who was picking up his skis from the shop, will brought some kick as beer from Twisp, and got to meet David. Billy did not get unrespecably drunk unfortunately, but Josh got all us core ON3P'ers decked out in Black spraypainted ON3P shits. Combined with Davids hats, it looked like a cult. My girlfriend decided to participate in the night as well, which is sweet! She might try skiing this season.
Anyways, we head down in a huge drunk and blazing crew through Fremont to Evo, get in, head for the beer garden, which is already packed. I think I got two drinks or something there, I wonder if they honor drink tickets... Anyways, we got shit singed (posters from Sammy, Benchetler, Pep, Andy and Pollard, all out to ON3P!) and started talking up the skis. Sam goes outside to 'talk' with Sammy Carlson. We're on the main floow watching one of the movies when I think Will has the comment "wish we had a pair of them here". David remarks he has them up in his car back at my apartment, and I then realize I have my unmounted pair in the very same shop. We split.
We meet back at the floor, and everyone is eying the skis. JD got to hold them... quite the moment there. We take them over to the athlete booths again, and shop guys are checking them out, and a couple high ups (regional editor of freeskier for example) like the looks of them. Pep waves the pair I have over, lays it out on the table and signs one of the skis. For anyone whos a kid and like pants... check it!
Back with the story. Will chats it up with a dude with a bushy red beard, who seems to know his stuff about homebuilts and says they're 'some of the best hes seen'. He gives Will a card and then turns to me, and as Will reads the card over the dudes shoulder I see his jaw drop. Grant Gunderson (http://www.grantgunderson.com/). "Give me a call, if I'm up at Baker with you we could do some shots."
Anyways, the night ends before the final raffle caus the GF is tired, and has a second round of hiccup attacks. We head back up with David, then I head back down after putting her to sleep for the afterparty. Meet up with peeps and get a taco at a roach coach with the pro's from the movie, and then head for Brauers since the Triangle is packed to the gills. Walked back home after a nasty beer (fucking grape juice in a belgian, WTF?) and set Will up on the floor of the pad, then pass out.
Sunday: Cleaned up the party to an acceptable level, cancelled my teaching appointment more or less, then headed out to Hurricane Ridge to enjoy the last nice day we'll have in the PWN for a while. Then it looked cloudy over the Olympics, so we changed course and went for Mt Rainier. Got to Paradise, not in any kind of hiking gear, and did a 5 mile hike up a few thousand feet to Panorama point. Girlfriends SLR died once we got there, but the sunset was really pretty. Met David up there again too, haha, he had mentioned he was skiing there. Came home late, played monoploy (FUCK THAT GAME), and went to bed. Yikes. Long but good weekend, you need these things once in a while.
