Gala '08 Vids (Mini Shred, Max Sloppy)

For your viewing pleasure, a few of the longer vids that couldn't make it into the picasa gallery:

Dong Stoole Being a Frothy Liar:


The Greatest Poem Ever:


And the Winner of the evening: Slowdance


Bonus Video - "Shredding" at WindHHam

Boloney Goes Formal (Mini Shred, Max Style)

To ring in the New Year with style, Boloney Moguls held a raging NYE Gala at Dong Stoole's home. Drinks were had, merriment occurred, and as usual, we were unable to make it into 2009 without one rendition of Dechristianize.

The backyard mini shred was certainly a sight to see, especially because BP was so "merry" that he couldn't even make it off the roll in without eating it very, very hard.

And in case you missed it, Pukey wrote up - and performed - quite the New Year's poem to encourage one Power Seen to make yet another trek from D.C. and attend.

twas the night before new year's and all through trafalgar square,

boloneys raged and burnt each other's chest hair.

gala '08 was a night not to be missed,

when that shiny ball drops someone is gonna get kissed.

dresses, vests, and flashy shirts were worn,

over the decision to come up, power seen was torn.

coors originals and creamy beige will surely will be in stock,

just make sure bp doesn't kick you in the cock.

'don't stop me now', i'm just getting started,

the morning after someone will surely have "pre-shit-farted".

raging and drinking and debauchery all night long,

thanks to the wonderful planning of a gracious host named dong.

queen will blare and pukey will cook,

and then snuggle up in a nice little nook.

so bring out your finest and ring in the the new year,

come on, power seen, you know you wanna be here...

The night was capped off with a supreme Bindy run. For those who do not know, the Bindy is the one sandwich to rule them all. It is a delicate balance of old, tired, and tough fried chicken cutlets. A healthy dose of American cheese. The most burnt and leathery bacon available. And finally covered in a heaping dose of a most hardy of Russian dressings.

And here's a link to the last photos of 08 and the first of 09.

Next stop VT for the next chapter in Bri/DK fest, then Utah for the BIRD. 09 is not going to be able to handle being Boloned this year.

Spicy Boule, Onesies, and the Snow Lake Lodge

The season's first expedition to Mount Snow and the lovely Snow Lake Lodge (SLL henceforth) started in epic fashion: Kathleen (our newest recruit) was puking in the parking lot, BP gave me a right hook to the mouth, and we all partook in many Coors Originals. Then things got really interesting.

The early season conditions were good, but most of the mountain was not open which was bad. BP was a giant skittle with a sweet ass rainbow vest, one which he received many comments about.

Lunch that day was a trainwreck of profanity, intoxication, Kyle sexually harassing the busboy, and one cold bread bowl of chilie that has christened the raunchiest sexual act ever devised, the spicy boule.

From across the mountain - all weekend that is - we were continually greeted by Crusten's lovely interpretation of "Kyle" which generally included significantly more syllables than one would imagine, and at a pitch that could best be described as one that would offend a dog's ear.

As riding concluded for the afternoon, dumb and dumber (Sweater Vin, a rare Vin T that only appears in mountainous conditions, and "I puke in parking lots" Kathleen) had deaded BP's car, and then spent nearly two hours getting it properly jumped.

We proceeded back to the exclusive SLL, made our trips to the fine local establishments (7-11 and the pizza place) and commenced a classic Boloney night. Many beers were had. Bottles of wine were "crushed." Finlandia was consumed. Yuka and Brian O'Brian arrived to check out the neighborhood brothel on the first floor while simultaneously terrifying, two guests, and I emphasis terrify. And the greatest cover band EVER played the snow barn.

BP also had the great idea of bringing up a dog collar that zaps one if they yell. Many shocks were given, mostly to bad interpretations of The Darkness' "I believe in a Thing Called Love." Last year it was snaps, this year it is voluntary electrocution.

Saturday was a subdued day of calmness and tranquility on the mountain. NOT. It included myself in a red and neon green onesie throwing POWER SEENs all over the hill and some sweet grabs. Kyle got a solid rail in the A and damaged his pride more than anything. DK was rocking the sweet green sweater he is well known for. Brita purified the hills with her sweet filter style. In two hours "Ring 'em out" Kath went from being the a non-skier - to a proskibum with the sketchiest style I have ever seen. She french frys when she should pizza, and does it with style. BP's 210s made an awesome appearance and awed all those on the mountain.

After a final run, cocktails were had at cousin's and the long ride home began. I ate a ton of 'toids and drank a bunch of eggnog.