bə-lō'nē mō'gəls(n.pl.) 1. A group of drinkers with a shredding problem. 2. The combination of snow, booze, and metal.


BriDK 09 (Starters/Onesies/Mustaches)

Pukey said it best: "Nobody knows what's going on."

Sometime Saturday evening if one was to spy through the icy windows of G305 their heads would pop from shear confusion. DK, after already shaving the Hogan Horseshoe into his head was getting his hair dyed by a pro hair technician, and I should say, was also getting his sweet facial hair dyed. Power Seen was a robot sent from the Future to terminate John Connor with advanced armor. DethMetal Messehy showed up for a rendition of Since U Been Gone that brought the house down. A glory hole appeared. A whole lot of coffee creamer was snorted. Chester the Molester, aka Dong Stoole, aka Freddie Mercury showed up. Nuts were slapped. Necks were zapped, once, twice, three times. And hair was burnt.

Oh, and a strobe light was pulsating the entire time leading to severe eye and brain damage.

As to the shredding. It was good. It was very good. Saturday saw conditions at Pico which ranged from some nice groomed corduroy close to the lifts, but the remainder of the mountain was left over super fluffy pow pow. The game quickly became ruining every powder stash left on the trails, whether dipping into the woods or just power seening all over the sides of runs. There was certainly much left too. Pukey had several yardsales, but everyone rode well due to heavy doses of A.M. lift brews as well as lunch BBDubs.

To enhance the day's riding, the crew went old school. I'm talking '90's Starter Jackets, graciously gathered by none other than Dong Stoole. The starter gang tore up the mountain most of the day and didn't take crap from anyone. Staters are a tough gang and you don't want to cross them. You've been warned.

Later in the evening it started snowing and didn't stop until sometime around lunch on Sunday. The whole mountain got a great 6+ inch cover of the super cold and fluffy which made for the best conditions one can get in the North East, besides super pow. On this day, the onsie crew came out. Equipped with cornoa-scorching proskibum equipment, shredding occurred. With the new snow it was like riding out West. Cutting in and out of the trees, many great lines were had. Before Big Blue Blew It, the gang did a sick run down the Poma Trail. Because there was so much snow everywhere as opposed to other years, no hiking was required, to everyone's satisfaction.

All and all, BriDKFest 09 was a supreme way to bring in the new year for those two boloners. Happy Birthday. You've both shocked everyone by surviving yet another year.

One additional story that won't tell itself, the delivery man. Oh, that poor guy. So a G305 full of Boloners got very hungry after eating a ton of pootine and needed fuel. Pizza Jerks was the answer. Freddie calls em up, and they promptly say they aren't delivering anymore. His response? "But, I'm hungry." That cleverly worded argument got them to come all the way out. The driver did not know what he was in store for. Freddie Mercury sipping wine with his mustache, loud euro trash dance party, Power Seen coated in coffee creamer and foil. That poor guy.

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