This morning we started the drive from whatever shit hole town we stopped in to sleep to Lake Tahoe. Stopped at a rest stop because it had copious amounts of snow. We ran around like idiots until our smoker's lungs sent us back to the car. Leda Leda (the boogie board that stands in for all the times that my best friend Leda should be there but can't be) came out to play. We tried going down some hills with it, which was much less extreme/dangerous than I was hoping.
Moi: We're about to take a boogie board down this hill!
Mom: What?! I don't want to hear you breaking your legs!
Moi: No, it's okay. Andrew is going first.
No broken legs. Not even a bruise. How very unexciting.
After the "extreme" sports we drove to Tahoe. Got in the general vacinity (mountains and cliffs and locals that know what they're doing) and it started snowing a bit. Dru broke his driving-through-snow cherry while I stuck my head out the window like a complete idiot.
Camping tonight. Should be utterly fucking freezing. In case we drive off a cliff/lose all appendages to frostbite/get eaten by bears, I love you all. Now go buy some whiskey and overnight it to me. Oh. And. Before you watch the following video, don't you dare judge me. I was overexcited. Overstimulated. Drank too much coffee. So on and so forth.
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