Went out to dinner at the local ski town dive bar on the first day of the season. Food was barely edible, maybe we shoulda got the $30 lasagna. But the scene was priceless and timeless. It honestly felt like the year I moved here, and I doubt the menu has changed since then. 6pm and people still in ski clothes, goggles on heads at the bar. Ski patrollers puffing out their chests, checking out this season's crop of young ladies, regaling them with tales of this summer's rafting adventures, spoken loudly for all to hear. Snowmakers huddled around the pool table, eyes one their quarters. Live music that might as well have been karaoke. Worst draft list I've seen in a while, they still make Flat Tire?. Yellowjackets on special, overpriced house red for the wife. Fresh coat of paint on the furniture built out of classy 2x4s, was that new cushions? I didn't even hit bottom! When it ceases to amuse me, maybe I should move somewhere less predictable.
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