- Friday, decided to make moves and get up to snowpark.
- Got to snowpark, and at first we were not feeling it, and then like emiril BAM we were having a blast filming camera swap lines and busting 50-50's and tindys like it was no-ones business.
- So, we then decided to hoss to Queenstown because like everyone in existence was in Queenstown.
- After our first bought with the BK lounge, we met up with fellow New Jersey adventurer and extremely drunk girl, Mary Kastner and crew.
- After having one beer, and watching these people be beyond drunk, we snuck into their hostel to sleep on the floor.
- After hearing to girls named Mary yell at each other; here's the exact script of their conversation
Mary number 1 : " Mary turn the light on I have to get out of bed to puke."
Mary number 2: "No!"
Mary number 1: I am going to puke on you!"
Mary number 2: "puke on me!"
Mary number 1: "turn the light on!"
Mary number 2: "No puke on me!"
The last to lines of the dialogue were repeated for about 15 minutes.
We eventually fell asleep.
So we woke up to Mike, whom me greg, nor Jbo had known, going "Who the fuck are you!"
he then laughed and said lets go skiing. So we piled in the beast formally known as: penolope, lucile, shaggin wagon, the hoss, we never settled on a name.
- We made moves up to Cardrona. After laughs and quick boughts of almost more vomit, we made it up to Cardrona.
- My mind was blown.
- We were boostin off everything, going fast and causing havoc.
- We were america.
- After jumping some rocks and landing some tricks, we decided to call it a day.
- We all piled back in the Mobile, and laughed all the way down the switch backs to the highway.
- Then it happened.
- Overheat number 1.
- We were almost to the top of a hill when she couldn't take it.
- A very nice man pulled over and towed us up to the top of the hill where we tried to get her cooled down.
- We did, and after jump starting the beast, we got her running and drove down another hill to another highway.
- Then Overheat number 2
- We didnt get her started again.
- After paying too much money to have her towed to a garage we somehow got back to the BK lounge. We sat there for about 3 hours. Idk if you have ever been to a BK lounge, they are nice. But after three hours in there, your mind starts to play tricks on you and you lose it. So we made it to Queenstown, and hobo-ed it for another hour or so, I mean classy hobo, because Jbo was rollin around his rolly suitcase. We got some serious strange looks.
- We snuck back into the window at the Flaming Kiwi, to meet a very not drunk Mary. We slept on the floor again, and in the morning were on a mission to get back to Dunedin.
- After talking to everyone and there sisters, we met up with fellow shred Michealian Tyler, and were able to hop into his car and get back to the home away from homeland.
- Sunday night was just a bummer.
- Monday we called the mechanic, and found out she had officially died.
- We blew the head gasket and cracked the head, the engine was shot.
- So I emailed the man love of my life, Big Phil, aka my dad and made a proposal. If he loaned us money for a new car, we would pay him back what he gave us after selling the car at the end of the semester.
- So after feeling down on the hoss, and a relatively OK irish wake for her last night I received an email, from the man himself, Capt. Hoss, aka Big Phil, aka Capt. Canoli, aka. Philip W. Crawford Esq. aka Dad.
- He agreed to my proposal
- I then saw an email from or program dude Mr. Guy and found out that he was not taking out event deposit, from the ice luging and curling expedition that we missed on Sunday due to our misfortune.
- So in the blink of an eye, Trev is back on top
- I also received my package from momma trev, aka mom, and feasted on some Pork Roll and Cabot Cheese.
- I have the best parents ever
- So thanks to them I am still having the time of my life
- Thanks love you guys
No comments:
Post a Comment