One part of the excitement of the ski house is meeting your ski house members. For the next 6 months you'll be sharing a living space with these folks, drinking your face off and hopefully hitting the slopes with them as well.
Generally the first weekend at the house is always a fun time, seeing folks you haven't seen since the last winter and also meeting new friends. In my second year of my ski house at K everyone got to the house and we all headed out to the Wobbly for drinks and what not, the funny part wasn't hitting the bar...it was when we got home to discover a Ford Explorer that had slid off of the road and was on the side of a hill caught up in a bunch of trees..amazingly they hadn't hit any trees!
We all wondered whose truck it was and if they were members of the ski house? We found the owners of the truck already inside talking and "drinking" with other folks in our house? Mind you it was just after 2:30am and these two kids whose truck was out in the woods, were inside having a grand old time, not really concerned at all...some of us were on the other hand were concerned with getting some sleep to ski tomorrow and getting these bozos out of our house...one of the girls in the house, who was more indulged in beers than the rest of us thought they should "staaaaaaay...THEY'RE COOOL!!! THEEEEY CAAAAAN SLEEEEP HHeREEEEEE!"....we voted no.
They said that they had AAA so a phone call was made and a tow truck pulled up 30 minutes later, I went outside to meet him and after one look at the car the tow truck driver new what was up: "awww, gawd...not these clowns again!"...apparently he had met with them earlier in the day as they were complaining that their 4 wheel drive wasn't working and they wanted him to fix it..after he told them the cost they changed there minds and ended up in the trees along side our ski house...guess that 4wheel drive would have come in handy about now. He was fine with towing the truck out, there was actually a path for him to do it.
I went inside to get the clowns, who were now indulging in more beers, other substances and having a grand old time..telling them that the tow truck driver was here they took one look at him and announced "NO WAY MAAAAAAAN!! WE'rEEEE NOOOT DEEEALIN WITH THAT DDUUUuuuuuuDDDEE!! HE TRIIED TO RIP US OFF MAAAAAAAN!!"
Needless to say this wasn't what I wanted to hear, after reminding them that they guy was here through AAA and they didn't have to pay anything they finally saw through the beer haze and proceeded outside...with some coaxing and shoving from the rest of us.
The entire house came out to watch the spectacle about to ensue, the Explorer was sideways in the trees, the tow truck driver would first have to straighten it out, then tow through a good size ditch that was just before the driveway...this was going to be sweet!
I ran inside to grab a beer just in time for the show, one of the clowns had to get behind the wheel to steer the truck through the trees then hang on as he was pulled through the ditch...the truck slowly pulled through and as it came down hill it built up some good speed...till it hit the ditch..and BAM! The truck probably caught a good three feet of air or so off the front end as it went through the ditch...I think the kid in the driver's seat hit the ceiling of the truck as it came down...we all cheered and screamed and high fived each other, the tow truck driver and kid came out and took a bow....
It was 4am and the show was over...our condo neighbors were a bit peeved at us with all the ruckus and cheering we were making...we hadn't even had the chance to meet them yet...what a great first impression!!!
Friday, February 15, 2008
Thursday, February 14, 2008
I Lost Ric...part 2
Meanwhile back at the bar, Ric was having a grand time drinking, dancing, running around, doing shots with the band (this is the last I remember seeing of him, doing a shot with him and a trumpet player)....at some point as the night was winding down, Ric began to realize that he could not find me or spot any of my friends in the bar, some of whom he had just met that night...he was drunk, banged up and had no clue how to get back to my ski house...or where it was for that matter...he kinda walked around for a bit as they were beginning to clear people out offering to help the maintenance crew clean up. He eventually struck up a conversation with the trumpet player from the band...he told him his story of woe and the trumpet player seemed to feel for my lost friend and invited Ric to come and party with them at the house they were staying at...which at the time picked Ric's spirits right up!
So there he was in a ski house with the band, technically lost without a home to goto..he drank beer, smoked some spirits and all in all had a great time...every now and then with the thought of "holy crap, it's like 4am and I have NO idea where Matt's house is!"....luckily Rick struck up a conversation with 2 K locals that offered to drive him around to help him find my house...he took them out to breakfast before hand..and after breakfast around 10:00am they finally pulled into my drive way....Ric wanted to kick my ass in at first, but once I explained that I had gotten bounced he understood...and besides, he had the night of a lifetime...partied to sun up with the band, who gets to say that?!
So there he was in a ski house with the band, technically lost without a home to goto..he drank beer, smoked some spirits and all in all had a great time...every now and then with the thought of "holy crap, it's like 4am and I have NO idea where Matt's house is!"....luckily Rick struck up a conversation with 2 K locals that offered to drive him around to help him find my house...he took them out to breakfast before hand..and after breakfast around 10:00am they finally pulled into my drive way....Ric wanted to kick my ass in at first, but once I explained that I had gotten bounced he understood...and besides, he had the night of a lifetime...partied to sun up with the band, who gets to say that?!
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
I Lost Ric...
My purpose for this blog is to put up some of the crazier times that I have had during my ski house days in Killington, VT. Every winter hundreds of crazed skiers run, leap, sprint out of work on Friday nights and into their cars and make the 3 hour trek to Vermont. The drive was never an easy one, the roads would throw all that they could at you to ruin your intended purpose...to get to Killington as fast as you could and start throwing back as many beers as you possibly can!
My ski house days started back in November of 2001. I had finally joined a house and was having a blast, the house itself was a small 3 bedroom condo that somehow slept around 10 to 20 people depending on how many showed up. My first tale is one that always tends to come up in regards to the night life at Killington.
I invited a buddy of mine up for the weekend to get some skiing in and of course mass amounts of drinking..he drove up on a Friday night and met me and one of my ski house buddies Mich at a bar up the road from the mountain. Mich and I had taken Friday off and come up to the mountain Thursday night and were already into a mix of Goombay Smashes*(definition below) and many beers. When my buddy Ric arrived we had a few more beers and laughs then headed back to our ski house to drop Ric's car off have a few more drinks and then hit the bar...one item to note is that at the time when Ric drove to the bar it was already dark out..this will be important later..
Later that night we all headed over to the Wobbly Barn, they had a great band that night that's up there a lot, this huge '70's band, with a horn section and all. We had a blast, from what I can remember, dancing, shots with the band, talking to random women, more shots...maybe one too many shots...at some point I recall, possibly stumbling...okay, falling down a flight of stairs, I hopped right up to dust myself off (thanks wobbly barn for the saw dust on the floor). Once I had gotten up a bouncer stopped me looked me over and "suggested" that I should probably head home...I wasn't getting kicked out mind you, he merely thought it would probably be a good idea for myself and other's safety. I asked if I could do a loop around the bar to find my friends, I couldn't find anyone and honestly didn't care, the only thing I can remember from there is stumbling outside hopping in a cab and falling on a couch and passing out once I got home....phew!
Fast forward 8 hours later I awoke on the couch in my clothes from that night, rubbing my eyes at the bright sunshine coming in through the window and then realized to my horror..."I left my buddy Ric at the bar last night!" I quick did a survey of all the bed's in the house...no ric...I knocked on the door of the condo next door to us to see if he may have crashed there...no ric...I walked outside to check his truck...no ric...but fortunately Ric's cell phone and pager were both in the car...where was my friend?
Mean while what had happened to Ric was possibly one of the most hilarious nights anyone could have had...to be cont'd.
Goombay Smash - a local favorite at K, every bar has their own version, basically it's a mix of rum and some sort of fruit mix, with a 151 shot on top of it...it cures what ails ya!
My ski house days started back in November of 2001. I had finally joined a house and was having a blast, the house itself was a small 3 bedroom condo that somehow slept around 10 to 20 people depending on how many showed up. My first tale is one that always tends to come up in regards to the night life at Killington.
I invited a buddy of mine up for the weekend to get some skiing in and of course mass amounts of drinking..he drove up on a Friday night and met me and one of my ski house buddies Mich at a bar up the road from the mountain. Mich and I had taken Friday off and come up to the mountain Thursday night and were already into a mix of Goombay Smashes*(definition below) and many beers. When my buddy Ric arrived we had a few more beers and laughs then headed back to our ski house to drop Ric's car off have a few more drinks and then hit the bar...one item to note is that at the time when Ric drove to the bar it was already dark out..this will be important later..
Later that night we all headed over to the Wobbly Barn, they had a great band that night that's up there a lot, this huge '70's band, with a horn section and all. We had a blast, from what I can remember, dancing, shots with the band, talking to random women, more shots...maybe one too many shots...at some point I recall, possibly stumbling...okay, falling down a flight of stairs, I hopped right up to dust myself off (thanks wobbly barn for the saw dust on the floor). Once I had gotten up a bouncer stopped me looked me over and "suggested" that I should probably head home...I wasn't getting kicked out mind you, he merely thought it would probably be a good idea for myself and other's safety. I asked if I could do a loop around the bar to find my friends, I couldn't find anyone and honestly didn't care, the only thing I can remember from there is stumbling outside hopping in a cab and falling on a couch and passing out once I got home....phew!
Fast forward 8 hours later I awoke on the couch in my clothes from that night, rubbing my eyes at the bright sunshine coming in through the window and then realized to my horror..."I left my buddy Ric at the bar last night!" I quick did a survey of all the bed's in the house...no ric...I knocked on the door of the condo next door to us to see if he may have crashed there...no ric...I walked outside to check his truck...no ric...but fortunately Ric's cell phone and pager were both in the car...where was my friend?
Mean while what had happened to Ric was possibly one of the most hilarious nights anyone could have had...to be cont'd.
Goombay Smash - a local favorite at K, every bar has their own version, basically it's a mix of rum and some sort of fruit mix, with a 151 shot on top of it...it cures what ails ya!
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