swamp feet

i blew off work today to go snowboarding today. it was hey you's idea. she's on spring break this week, and wanted to get in one last day. we drove up last night, stayed at rustling wood, went to heavenly (the nevada side) and drove home.

it was a good day. the slopes were slushy, but still good. and i feel so much better about myself when im out there. hey you made me do not 1 but 2 blue runs. i made it ok. im still improving. and she was very patient and continued to give me pointers and waited for me.

we stopped at the oliver garden in vacaville for dinner. i had a craving. we had eaten breakfast before we left, and only had some minor snacks in the car until dinner. the restaurant was interesting, to say the least. a vibrant cross section of america. lets leave it at that before i get petty.

walking to the car after dinner, the air in vacaville was nasty, it smelled like manure. apparently vacaville is a cow town. not the most pleasant smell to walk into. EVEN NASTIER, however, was the smell in my car when we got in. i immediately noticed the rankness and thought that maybe we had left monday's chinese food or some cheese out of the cooler. when asked, hey you had an answer right away -- it was her nasty swampy snowboarding boots. how such a gross smell from such little boots permeated my entire car is unbelievable. and completely disgusting. seriously, drop those boots on the insurgents in iraq and call it a day. all the troops can just come home.