snowline

this is when life gets unbelievable. for three days, john logic & ag (the owners of snocon) shut the shop down, take all of the employees on a shop trip to a ski resort, & cover lift tickets, lodging, breakfast, dinner, beer, whiskey, all of it. so unreal.




drove up with tobin monday after class, almost got ran off the road by ornery asian men in a mercedes, had dinner at the northfork beer shrine & wedding chapel. considered who id marry; definitely kenji for a green card. drank as much cheap whiskey as i could -- evan williams is no elijah craig -- & then the rest was a blur.
a wonderful blur. playing life questions, bonding with courtney, this lovely chap id never spoken of, being put in the pirate cabin with a dozen drunk boys, having to share a room with brandon, whiskey, snow, melody, mount baker, etcetera, so forth, wonderful. doesnt feel real.





drove back at like four am in tobins truck to make a wednesday morning cckp. listened to sigur ros' latest album Með suð í eyrum við spilum endalaust, the entire way back. things have shifted, things have grown, things have dissipated. i guess it doesnt really matter now. i dont think i know what i want, but i do think i know what i dont want.