Recovering

Mission 1. Hook up with someone as old as my mom (54) and as young as my sister (20) in a month.
Mission 2. Live a completely gay lifestyle (without the gay sex) for a month.
Mission Three: Live without an apartment for a month.
Mission Four: Reconnect.
Mission Five: Re-take the SATs.
Mission Five: Become a PUA (Pick Up Artist) and wing Cali to 5 F-closes.

I'll get to the realtor story one of these days. Really, I will. But it won't happen today. Maybe tomorrow. Right now, I can barely lift my fingers to type. I'm tired and sore and am feeling the effects of a 30-year-old body.

My friends know I get a bit impulsive about things. I tend to do something hard and fast, get burned out and move on. That's why I try to pace myself with the blog. I'm really surprised I've lasted this long with it. Yay me!

I left the Santa Monica sunset behind me on Friday afternoon as I went to pursue the champagne powder of Utah. It is an intoxicating mix of high altitude and fresh drop that I can't seem to get enough of. I have only been on the slopes a few times this year, last weekend in Park City and around Xmas in Pennsylvania. But no snow in the world can compare to Utah. Seriously, it's like a cold drug.

In my latest effort to save money, I decided to drive to Utah. There's a place Brianhead, that is only three hours outside of Vegas. So, you could get there in 7-8 hours, depending on your skills on the 15. Mine were sub-par on Friday, but I made it in 9, including dinner.

I put myself on autopilot and just enjoyed the ride. I brought Cali with me to teach him the art of seduction along the way. All the principles and practices I learned in "The Game," came out effortlessly along the darkened California highway. He is a good student in spite of how green his teacher is with the material.

We reached Brianhead around 2 am on Saturday. Alex met us there after coming down from Park City and we all shared a cozy room with one king bed. There would be no romance for anyone this weekend. At least we hoped.

Sunrise came and I was up. I tuned my board and tried to wake their sorry asses. It didn't work, so I hit the lifts, boarded all day Saturday and Sunday and drove Alex and Cali back Sunday night.

All in all, the drive was worth it. Brianhead has absolutely no social scene, unless you like pizza parlors. I do, and it was a refreshingly different pace than last weekend at Sundance. And at $40 a lift ticket, gas, a few cheap sandwiches and new and old friends, I think the weekend turned out just right.