A good weekend.

Steven and I, on Friday, skied the back country. We went up Saints John creek into a beautiful cirque. The skiing was actually good but the dark clouds were coming.

Afterwards we went out for happy hour. What was suppose to be just a couple of beers turned into an all nighter. We ran into some strange people and they kept buying us shots. Free shots...hell we had to drink'em.

At the last bar i said i was going to the bathroom. When i got back, a girl Steven was talking to said, your friend left. I talked to him on the phone and he said he was lost in some building and couldn't get out. I said, just stay there and sleep. 2 hrs later he came stumbling into the house. The next morning when i saw him he had a cut on his face that he doesn't remember.

What a good weekend.

After the ski down from Saints John.

No cut on the face.

After a night of crazy bar hopping.

Yes....cut on the face.