No matter what time you drive home to the front range from Summit County on a Sunday, you’re going to get hosed. Today was NO exception. As if Sunday traffic wasn’t bad enough, the snow was falling at a rapid pace and the wind was blowing at harrowing speeds. Needless to say, Tawnya, Jess and I were posted up for a long trek down I-70 this afternoon. What to do when bored and looking for entertainment? Play the “Fuck, Marry, Kill” game, of course. And what to do when the three of us run out of lists of three? Turn the question over to our Twamily (Twitter speak for your Twitter followers) !!
For those of you not familiar with “Fuck, Marry, Kill”, let me explain: One person comes up with a list of three people of the opposite sex and then discussion ensues regarding which of these three people you would Fuck, which one you would Marry, and which one you would Kill. Slightly morbid and possibly narcissistic, but all in good fun.
So we started with the classics, “Brad Pitt, Johnny Depp, George Cloony”, “Jake Gyllenhall, Orlando Bloom, Bradly Cooper.”
We moved onto rappers, “50-cent, Lil’ Wayne, Eminem.”
Then deceased rappers, “2Pac, Biggie, Easy-E.”
Can’t leave out people we know, “Harvey, Digi, Shay.”
Once we hit a wall, we turned to Twitter:
Then, we waited. Here were some beauties:
First entry! Thanks, Rick... Mormon, eh?
Slightly Disturbing to think about, Grete, but we'll give it a crack...
Becca has clearly been in Park City at the Grand Prix.
Wow, Nate not messing around. Getting right in there.
Oh, and if you want to know the answers, just ask!
So far, we’re 23 days into the year of the Lord Two Thousand and Ten. I have to say, it’s been real, thus far. From trips to California, Utah, back to Colorado and then back to Utah, to Nuggets games in suites to dance parties and dining in covered wagons… there is no room in my life to complain at the moment. Well, perhaps other than the fact I haven’t had a minute to blog. That and the fact that Matt Harvey won’t get off my couch…
I know I promised I would update Rhymes more, alas, things can be hectic and I haven’t. But, here is my super post number two of 2010. My goal is to get on here at least every other day, even if it’s just to show you my new shoes, or something like that. I know that prospect leaves you all breathless.
But, in the meantime, here is a photo update from the Nuggests game with the besties and the party after… including the best day of all time… ZOOT DOWN! Have you ever rolled dice with “My Man” for a Jazzercise pass while drinking bottomless mimosas and then found a random Ginger kid to drive you to the Zoo? I didn’t think so.
Let’s start with an all-time night… Lesley, Jess, Shawna and I got gussied up and went to the Nuggets / Cavs game. Thanks to the Emage boys, we had a suite. It ruled. LeBron is huge and Chauncey is still the man. Thuggets win. Snap.
Besties at the Thuggs game.
Stella in the suite when you arrive is awesome.
LB and more Stella.
Sisters!
Super weird Halftime show.
This pretty much sums it up.
After the game, we went to Suite Two Hundred to party with LeBron. Yup, LeBron. No paparazzi, please. We then went to Meadowlark and ran into JT! He hefted Lesley and I up at the same time, one in each arm. He is Hercules.
Mikael didn't know what was about to hit him.
Then he found out. He taught us a song... in his native African dialect. Needless to say, I don't remember it.
Getting sassy.
Drinks and Boobs. All day.
Jess may or may not have peed her pants, again.
Oh yeah, Anya was there too. Because where isn't Anya?
He's standing up tall. One of us in each arm. Strongest. Man. Ever.
DJ Largechild.
An to the Ya.
What's a party without a little kissing?
Best Pic.
Leather, lace and fixie bike... Lesley is a hipster. As if you didn't know.
After a quick cab ride back to Lesley’s house, and a impulsive trip to Seven-Eleven where Jess spent $50, we crashed. Only to wake up still a little tipsy from the night before and decided the best move was to kick it down the street to Root Down for brunch. I’m not talking your average country club brunch or Vegas buffet. Root Down offers bottomless mimosas in two different flavors as well as the best Bloody Marys of all time, concocted by none other than Root Down bartender extraordinaire, “My Man.” His real name escapes me at the moment. It is buried on a piece of paper, along with his number, in my purse somewhere…
Root Down crew. Good times. Even better outfits.
Suite tickets are bigger than your average ticket.
Phone wall.
"Yes, hello, Root Down. Lesley speaking."
My favorite photo of Jess, ever. Well, except for maybe the one to come of her at the zoo.
Cee-Lo anyone?
We rolled for a Hooters appetizer, a Jazzercise membership and a Zoo pass. Jealous?
Lesley won the Hooters free appetizer. Winner!
My Man.
Double your money and make it stack.
Really?
What’s YOUR favorite thing to do after a drunk brunch? We like going to the Zoo. Problem is, we were drunk. The good news is, we found a red-head named Brandon who was willing to drive us all to the zoo in my car and hang out with us there until we wanted to go back to Boulder. THEN, he drove us to Boulder! What a gem! Oh yeah, and the Zoo… it pretty much rules.
ZOO!
Jess has the best outfit on. Of. All. Time.
Lesley has a zoo pass. That's right. She paid for a membership to the zoo. She's my hero.
It was Free Day at the zoo. Oh, and this is Brandon. Our favorite red-head.
We brought Lindsay with us to the zoo. She's a constant reminder of what not to be all the while inspirational. Conundrum.
Lesley is PSYCHED to be at the zoo.
Peacocks roam wild at the zoo.
Zebras were at the zoo. Obvi.
This is where my camera died. Probably a good thing…
Stay tuned for the Utah adventures soon. I’m tired.
So I found this gem of a video while browsing the Freeskier site today. It was shot and produced quite some time ago by Mike Thomas. It’s my editor’s set up from this season. I’m a dork.
More importantly, however, I’m losing a race to get the most views on our respective videos. Shay Will is currently leading the pack. Help me catch up, even if it’s just slightly.
For the six of you who read my blog, I apologize for the lack of blogging as of late. I’m sure you are all flustered and slightly depressed not knowing what I’ve been up to. So, here is what I’ve been doing since I last spoke with you early last December…
I went to the Breckenridge Dew Tour stop. Hard to believe, but yes, I was at a ski contest.
It was great. The Freeskier party went off. Big thanks to Whygee and DJ Ear Attent for playing to the guests. The Gold Pan in Breck has the oldest liquor license this side of the Mississippi. No joke.
Once that was finished and my stress level depreciated, the next four nights were turned into party mode. Best beezies Heather Hendricks, Jess Werner and Lesley Betts made the trip to Breck and we posted up in the Tannhauser, a mere “stones throw away” from the bars, as H-Mo likes to tell everyone. We had some shots, some after parties, and most importantly, dance parties. Oh, and a lot of PBR…
We also skied and snowboarded a little bit. Here and there…
Whew, five nights in Breck does a body good, er, terrible. I needed a solid reprieve and cruised home to Michigan to chill with the sis and the bro and shred some gnarly Michigan terrain. Don’t know why I ever left.
We visited my grandfather. He was stoked. Really good Christmas.
I ran into my friend Rick Chyme. He’s about to drop a new album, The Field, check him out at myspace.com/rickchyme. You won’t be disappointed.
From Michigan, I went ahead and flew to Tahoe to hang out with best-beezy Tawnya. She picked me up in Reno and we sized up Alpine Meadows for the day. We partnered up with Brenden and Natalie who showed us a great day that included a 30-minute hike. First hike of the season was a little rough, but it was completely worth it. We sussed out this awesome zone with heaps of snow and tons of fun little rocks and cliffs to pop off of. Peep it.
New Year’s eve saw us driving around Tahoe randomly party dropping and ending up on the bridge hitting gold balls in the snow. Completely normal. Champagne as well, of course. The next day, we rolled to Squaw and had a brilliant day. It was nuking up top. But raining at the bottom.
So soaking wet, Tawnya drops me at Jess’ house and we immediately get in the car and drive to Utah. Why not, right? I mean, we need to get back to Colorado, and why not make the drive in order to shred the next day in Utah. The forecast calls for snow, so… we’re in. On the way, Jess rolls 100,000 miles on the Pathfinder. Whoop! Not only that, but we were witness to the MOST AMAZING sunset we have ever seen. So brilliant.
Snowbasin the next day was epic. The snow that was promised failed to materialize, but we hooked up with Jenny from Salomon and had an exploratory day, to say the least. With no real game plan in mind, we headed out and thanks to a twit from @greteeliassen, we searched out the goods farthest skiers right from the furthest gondola. We found great snow and did a bit of bushwacking.
About one, we jumped back in the Pathfinder and drove back to Boulder. All in time for the second half of the Michigan State Alamo Bowl.
Wheeeeewwww, so now you’re caught up. I promise it won’t be this long between posts next time and you won’t have to wade through this ridiculous sized superpost. But, regardless, thanks for tuning in.
