Monday Monday... na na... na nana....
so good to me... Man, I love that song.
Well, in keeping with a tradition that I havent started yet, I will attempt to reflect on the things Ive learned over the past weekend. Im winging it here, so I cannot guarantee this will turn out to be interesting. If you dont want to take the chance, you know the way out.
I think the overall lesson of the weekend was this... Do not take a vacation in Wisconsin, when the forecast is for 6-10 inches of snow. Unless you are driving a snowplow. The 15 minutes of excitement you get from snow tubing in a blizzard just isnt worth it my friends.
By the way (or btw for you internet geeks), snow tubing is not all its cracked up to be. If you have 5 year old kids and you dont want to fork over the $30 for a skiing lesson, then maybe. But for anyone over that age, you are better off mugging some schmuck, stealing his lift ticket and taking that one trip down the hill before the ski patrol kicks your ass and bans you from the ski hill forever. After that, you have experienced all you are going to experience with that.
But back to this blizzard. I also learned that our wonderful VW Jetta doesnt exactly handle that well in the snow. Notably, it doesnt go up hills that are snow covered. This can be a real problem if where you are trying to go... requires that you actually drive up that snow covered hill.
After getting stuck on one of those infamous snow covered hills, and standing helplessly by while the only human nearby drove away without even offering to help (despite having the time and nerve to explain that his son had a car just like our crapwagon), we were forced to walk uphill thru a couple of feet of snow, in hurricane force winds, to get to our residence for the night.
No... we didnt cross any f-ing rivers, BUT IT SUCKED JUST THE SAME!
If I ever see that moron who stopped to "chat" but just couldnt find it in his heart to assist a couple of stranded fools trying to push a crapwagon up a frozen and snow covered hill, I assure you he will receive the mark of Doc Marten... on his damn forehead....
I guess the only other thing of importance is, the vacation spot we went to is also frequented by... none other than... the Gotti boys. No kidding... they played dice at the bar not five feet from where we ate dinner. Ok, I dont really know for sure it was them, but it could have been. It probably wasnt them... Ok, it most likely wasnt them... but whats the difference? They were obnoxious, rich, snotty, loud, and dressed like millionaire crackheads from Hollywood... Once you've seen one, you've seen 'em all...
'Cause Im sure ya'll know at least one millionaire crackhead from Hollywood... dont lie....
peace nick
Well, in keeping with a tradition that I havent started yet, I will attempt to reflect on the things Ive learned over the past weekend. Im winging it here, so I cannot guarantee this will turn out to be interesting. If you dont want to take the chance, you know the way out.
I think the overall lesson of the weekend was this... Do not take a vacation in Wisconsin, when the forecast is for 6-10 inches of snow. Unless you are driving a snowplow. The 15 minutes of excitement you get from snow tubing in a blizzard just isnt worth it my friends.
By the way (or btw for you internet geeks), snow tubing is not all its cracked up to be. If you have 5 year old kids and you dont want to fork over the $30 for a skiing lesson, then maybe. But for anyone over that age, you are better off mugging some schmuck, stealing his lift ticket and taking that one trip down the hill before the ski patrol kicks your ass and bans you from the ski hill forever. After that, you have experienced all you are going to experience with that.
But back to this blizzard. I also learned that our wonderful VW Jetta doesnt exactly handle that well in the snow. Notably, it doesnt go up hills that are snow covered. This can be a real problem if where you are trying to go... requires that you actually drive up that snow covered hill.
After getting stuck on one of those infamous snow covered hills, and standing helplessly by while the only human nearby drove away without even offering to help (despite having the time and nerve to explain that his son had a car just like our crapwagon), we were forced to walk uphill thru a couple of feet of snow, in hurricane force winds, to get to our residence for the night.
No... we didnt cross any f-ing rivers, BUT IT SUCKED JUST THE SAME!
If I ever see that moron who stopped to "chat" but just couldnt find it in his heart to assist a couple of stranded fools trying to push a crapwagon up a frozen and snow covered hill, I assure you he will receive the mark of Doc Marten... on his damn forehead....
I guess the only other thing of importance is, the vacation spot we went to is also frequented by... none other than... the Gotti boys. No kidding... they played dice at the bar not five feet from where we ate dinner. Ok, I dont really know for sure it was them, but it could have been. It probably wasnt them... Ok, it most likely wasnt them... but whats the difference? They were obnoxious, rich, snotty, loud, and dressed like millionaire crackheads from Hollywood... Once you've seen one, you've seen 'em all...
'Cause Im sure ya'll know at least one millionaire crackhead from Hollywood... dont lie....
peace nick
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