The high pressure front that west coast has been boggarting finally hit us. I got butterflies waking up to 35degree weather. It's so f*cking close.
All my attempt to make it to Washington saturday to hit the mountain went up in smoke since I used up my last real vacation days in Alaska. Bummed. D:
We've been so busy, I might have to pull work into the weekends, which sucks.
I got some relief though,
I went to the mountains and picked up my season pass, and three blocks of cold 30. Adam and I got smashed. I barely remember the weekend.
I can't keep doing that...
I've been contemplating on whether I should let my sponcers budget my gear this season or go out and buy my own clothes. God knows what they might pick for me this season. Willy and Darren have insane ideas for clothes, and none I really like.
*Sigh*
Waiting is a drag.
Make it snow oh mighty God of Thunder.
Please?