So, I wanted to post about Andy's first attempt at snowboarding this afternoon; I had intended to title my post, "Andy tries snowboarding, hilarity (does or does not) ensue." I guess that is what I'm doing right now; but let me tell you, hilarity did not ensue. Andy totally bitched up; he's a vagina. And yes, Andy I hope you're reading this because I just compared you to a pink patch of flesh.
I don't want to waste too much time on this other than to ridicule him, but here's a basic sum-up of Andy's first snowboarding adventure: Andy falls down, Andy sits for a long time, Andy attempts to get back up, Andy falls again, Andy punches snow and curses, I throw snowball at Andy, Andy punches snow and curses, Andy gives up and takes snowboard off, Andy walks down mountain, while walking down mountain Andy falls and is ridiculed by 12 year olds, Andy falls again, 12 year olds ask Andy if he is drunk--he is not, Andy... probably punches snow and curses.
So, my big snowboarding weekend upstate has basically left me disillusioned, mostly bad news. I made it 12 days into the new year without drinking. The mountains near Cortland are only half covered with snow, and Molson Canadian stopped printing quotes on their beer bottles. I fear at some point this last fact will leave me socially immobile. Those damn quotes come in handy at parties when you don't really have anything to say.
My feelings at this time: What the fuck is the world coming to?
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