Unleash the Fury (East Coast Snow Update)

Everyone on the East is sitting around, looking at gear - new and old alike - and anxiously waiting for Vermont to announce "game on."  A quick jib sessions a few weeks ago at Mount Snow only served to make us all more hungry for the season to really start.  All eyes now are on Killington.  To paraphrase the Beast, snowmaking has been going on since yesterday, but conditions suck to make snow at the low elevations.  Fresh, real snow might be coming tonight, but the temperatures for prime snowmaking will certainly be there.  That's the critical part.  The East Coast snow gods are fickle, but the icy hand of a New England winter isn't.  When it shows up, it stays and locks in that deep freeze.  Using our technology, we can finish the job.  Gotta love the brand new fan guns they are using at killy pictured right.  I think that thing was only on for six hours when they took this and there is already light coverage.  Amazing.

The glimmer of hope?  The Beast says they will make an official announcment about top-to-bottom skiing tomorrow around this time.  Frankly, that seems much more positive than they were at this time yesterday.  Let's hope they can do it.  Boloney Moguls needs to keep it green and get back to Rutland.

Other prospects?  Well with all this cold finally setting in, snowmaking at Mount Snow has seriously cranked up.  They even claim to have gotten a few inches last night of fresh.  In the picture to the left you can seem them blow as hard as they can all over mother nature.  Damn green stuff needs to become white stuff.  Down by the base, they have nothing, but again, at higher elevations it is really looking like a winter wonderland.  Key here is to get great cover in for a 3rd annual post-Thanksgiving trip to the Snow Lake Lodge.  Last year's debauchery can be recapped here.  But to summarize, I ended up with a bruised jaw, Kath became Pukey, Kyle was anused, and Vinny was creeping about.  Oh yea, and the plate of gravy.

Pic of the Day (Pull Up Your F'ing Pants)

In the first installment - in what will surely not be a daily occurrence - for Pic of the Day is this offering by one Mister Dong Stul. These characters were spotted getting on the lift at Mount Snow.


Clearly, the bums have not lost. Skiiers: Pull up your pants, you're starting to look like NJ park rats. Dong couldn't be righter with this caption: "Umm...yeah, if you know this guy...hit him for me. Then pull his pants up."

Spicy Boule Weekend (Continued)

In the next installment of the Illustrated Rendition of the Spicy Boule weekend, BP presents his take on:

A Very Naughty Lunch: Boules, Drinks, and Yes, I Really AM.

Dead Snow (Or the Greatest Film Ever Made by Intelligent Society)

What do you get when you combine Nazis, Zombies, and Snow? You get Dead Snow. It's a normal story. Group goes on ski trip. Group awakes zombie Nazis. Group must battle zombie Nazis. And I guess the hot chick (but not hottest) and one guy will survive. Really, when I say it that way it is almost boring. And it's even more metal because its all in Norwegian. Those Scandinavians sure know how to rock. Once this masterpiece makes it to DVD, it will be purchased and should be burned into all peoples' collective memories.

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.