yep.

3 days, 2 nights

3 mountains, 2 states

3 friends, 2 cars

1 licensed driver

riley and i decided wednesday night after i returned home from a very brief photography class that in only a few hours we would begin to road trip across the northeast.  somehow, i fell for it, packed some bags, got a few hours of sleep and started the drive into the sunrise.  i hoped for a good weekend when the first song that played during my drive was that new akon song about how he wants to make love right nahw nahw nahw (my new obsession).  clearly, it was a sign of fun as i started shimmying.  

i had an amazing plan to document the entire trip and make a fantastic movie, but i only got one shot of riley snowboarding, a lot of his dogs, and he accidentally took one of the road.  however, we got this amazing shot.

around 12 oclock thursday we went to stowe, i drove rileys new audi that he still can't drive because his permit expired.  stowe was fun, it was nice to be snowboarding and i saw lots of good friends.  after snowboarding we made grilled cheeses and hung out.

late thursday night we decided to add dubbers into our travel plans.  friday morning(leaving a few hours later than planned) we jump the ap gap, pick dubbers up at his house and head for mt snow.  we arrive, it's fucking freezing, everyone is frazzled about lift tickets and i pay for a cheap one which was actually expensive and then was mad but had fun after.  dubbers did the best slow motion swivel ever, and then we hit a box together (on top of each other, it was fucking epic), riley smoked through 50 rolling papers in 2 days, we saw some friends and by the end of the day no fingers could be felt.

oh and riley copped some huge fucking chunks of wax.

then we head to killington.

see some more friends at the condo.  watch the best movie ever.  sleep in archways and hobbit huts.  lose spaceman headphones.  everyone farts and coughs in sleep.

somehow everyone wakes up saturday morning and we go to the mountain.  i run to the bathroom to puke,  wouldn't happen.  turn around and try again. nope. eat a bagle.  kaylee calls to tell me i'm now in rails to riches, so we pull our shit together and take a run.  of course, our dudes left without us and we got lost, but took the best run around the entire mountain of killington.  we made out with some dews it was good. i blew it in finals and then drove home. now i am here, need a massage.

i fucking love buffalo.

done.

i shall sleep here.

it is uneven, unproportioinal, unbalanced, falling apart just as my world is.  and i like it, it's comfortable.

it's one of those nights.

where sleep seems so unrealistic as i continuously sit for the fourth hour on the uneven couch in the living room of our little duplex.  i rarely notice the unbalanced ends, until someone heavier than i sits on the other end, slightly catapulting me a few millimeters into the air.   terpentine's caused this high but i'm low as it goes.  i'm trapped in a glass box of emotions and actually know what it means.  not that the saying is complicated in any way or sort, but i feel the robust pressure and countless experiences that would put anyone in that tiny six sided cube. 

i dreamt of an obese squirrel last night and when i looked out the window above the kitchen sink, two squirrels were shoving their pudgy cheeks with giant nuts and probably leaves as well.  mixed with the captivating aroma of my caramel coffee brewing the the left of my unaware and dripping wet body covered by my heavy blue towel that most likely needs to be washed, the squirrels drew me in.  i watched them gather up the only things of any value to them...preparing for the worst of times.  but they know they'll survive, everyone knows they'll get through it with ease.  

the acts have begun and are everywhere over and over again.  if you know what i mean so be it.  if not, consider yourself a lucky, ignorant one.