Why is this "The Prelude" and not just the first post? I have, against my better judgment, decided to start a blog for the winter session, since I will probably have more time on my hands than I will know what to do with. "The Prelude" is to fill all the eager readers and admirers in on my vacation between the fall and winter semesters.
The Prelude:
The long awaited winter break had finally arrived. I finished my finals, packed up my stuff, and moved home. Finally, some relaxation. Wrong. There would be absolutely no relaxing in my mother's house until I got my, longer than usual, haircut. After weeks of putting if off, I finally gave in. I decided to go to the lady next to Klondike Kates (Yes, I'm naming names). She sits me in her chair and asks what I want. I tell her I just her to "clean it up a little" and that "I want to keep it pretty long". So she goes at it and starts trimming me up. She has me facing away from the mirror, so I can't see her work until it is complete. All the while I am a little worried about the amount of hair that is falling from my head into my lap. The buzz of her trimmer stops, she does her final touches, shakes off the towel, turns me around, and... to my surprise she did a Great job...at turning me into a F-ing 12 year old. My hair was no where close to long, in fact it was short, and my bangs made me look like I was special. I was pretty upset. She cut off 6 months of growth for god's sake. I probably just spent a little to much time describing my ordeal, but oh well. Anyway, after that I just sat around for a few days, playing with my bangs, until Greg came home. Once he got home from school and spent a few quality hours with his parents, he, Dan, and I went to the Gunks (the best and most classic climbing on the east coast), located in New Paltz, New York. We spent two days and two nights climbing and camping in the freezing cold. Our campsite was located under 6 inches of snow. Greg sent the hardest problem, Dan didn't have to take on High Exposure, but I won the boner game with a dominating 3, all of which were awoken to at night in our tent made for 3 little people. I also went the longest without dropping a number 2 but I'm not really proud of that. So, that trip was sick. We returned home the day before Christmas Eve. Christmas was good, probably one of the better ones that I can remember. As usual Christmas dinner was spent at my cousin's house, answering my two uncles questions such as, "You come out of the closet yet?" or " How come you look like an A-Rab?" Like I said, it was one of my better Christmases. Speaking of Christ mas, two days after the birth of Christ, it was revealed to my parents that I don't really believe in the Christian doctrine any more, a.k.a. there son is going to Hell. That's a big story, but I took up too much space with the story of my haircut. New Year's Eve arrives, and it turns out to only be ok. It was fun and all, but the bottom line is that when the ball dropped I was in a house with 15 guys and one taken girl, and I may or may not have kissed Jimmy. Oh well there is always next year, right? There are now only two days left of my break, so Dan and I speed up to Bear Creek Mountain to redeem my 2 day, one night stay on the mountain, which I won through EMS. It was the usual mountain get away. We hit the slopes, had a nice yet weird, are they gay or just friends, sit down dinner at the mountain's romantic restaurant, and then ended the night in the cozy room with a nice ass T.V. The next day we did a few more runs, bounced on the devil and went home. That night I moved all my stuff back in to the dorm and now it's the next day and I just finished my first day of winter session. I don't promise to post on this blog every day or even every few days, hell maybe even ever again, but if I can think of something thats kinda interesting and I have free time I'll post it. This Blog is not for the reader, it is for my sanity.
P.S. I ate a whole pint of Ben and Jerry's ice cream while typing this. I never intend to eat the whole thing but I always do. Shoot!
