Part one: Ski well on day one, well enough to qualify for day two. Any responsible competitor won't get shit faced on this important night, but then again a little bit of tailgating never hurt anyone.
I'm a shit show (and a bad role model):
And this is Dave's POV, he is obviously, also a shit show:
On the next day, kill it on your first run, ie stomp a couple good airs:
Hang out and watch your buds do some of the same:
Once you find out you're in the superfinals, and sitting prettily in third place, decide on going for a line that the Squawllywood guide book calls a flat landing, because shit, its all about the glory:
Crash hard and break both skis:
Commence with drinking heavily immediately to drown your sorrows:
Make completely sure your skis are broken in the parking lot:
Tear skis into shreds:
Still look good:
Spend next 10 hours drinking, and then the next 18 after that recovering from drinking too much. Get in car, drive to Bellingham, WA, and at Baker ski the deepest fucking snow ever one day. The next day. Remember camera on the third day and take some pictures as the clouds break:
Thanks to powdherb for taking these amazing photos.
woot!
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