"Whip-it" good, I guess
After skiing yesterday, Mike and I went to the Fire & Ice bar down in the new Heavenly village. I was feeling better and the beer was going down easy. We met up with Chris so he could get his stuff out of Mike's truck as he was spending the night with vendors at the Embassy Suites. Then Mike and I headed back to the ski house.
Mike fired up the hot tub, but due to the rank smell coming out of it, Joe and I declined to join him. Mike said he added chlorine and it did seem to quell the smell, but we stayed out. A bit later Eric got back to the house and joined Mike in the hot tub. Unbeknownst to me -- and that was a good thing -- Eric went commando. Two guys in a tub and one naked, there's something wrong with that!
When Eric did finally emerge from the hot tub and put on some clothes, he quickly reached for a baloon and a box of small metal canisters. I asked, "What's that?"
"Whip-its," he said.
I couldn't believe it, but this guy was readying a hit of nitrous oxide. But even more amazing was the fact that Joe, seeing Eric's baloon, pulled out a whipped-cream canister and administered a nitrous hit to himself. Then Eric tries another hit via Joe's cannister. Shortly thereafter, Ed and Nicole join in. Was this really happening.? Maybe I'm hanging out with the wrong crowd.
A few hours later, Therese and Beth show up. Beth was so drunk she immediately went to bed. Therese stayed up for a while to try the nitrous paraphenilia. Then she said she was going to take a shower and disappeared for a long while. The next time I saw her that, she was wet and scantily wrapped in a towel looking for her clothes in the dryer, only they weren't there. It appears that all of the vicadin she was taking for a toothache combined with the beer and margaritas she drank after skiing didn't mix well and she forgot where she put her clothes. I don't think she found them until Sunday morning.
Mike and I didn't drink much last night, even with all of the other drugs and entertainment around us. We both felt much better this morning, and finally met up with Chris and headed over to Kirkwood. No breathalyzer needed this morning, we were sober. A few hours of skiing later, I was headed back to the Bay to the safe haven of my 300 sf cave.
Mike fired up the hot tub, but due to the rank smell coming out of it, Joe and I declined to join him. Mike said he added chlorine and it did seem to quell the smell, but we stayed out. A bit later Eric got back to the house and joined Mike in the hot tub. Unbeknownst to me -- and that was a good thing -- Eric went commando. Two guys in a tub and one naked, there's something wrong with that!
When Eric did finally emerge from the hot tub and put on some clothes, he quickly reached for a baloon and a box of small metal canisters. I asked, "What's that?"
"Whip-its," he said.
I couldn't believe it, but this guy was readying a hit of nitrous oxide. But even more amazing was the fact that Joe, seeing Eric's baloon, pulled out a whipped-cream canister and administered a nitrous hit to himself. Then Eric tries another hit via Joe's cannister. Shortly thereafter, Ed and Nicole join in. Was this really happening.? Maybe I'm hanging out with the wrong crowd.
A few hours later, Therese and Beth show up. Beth was so drunk she immediately went to bed. Therese stayed up for a while to try the nitrous paraphenilia. Then she said she was going to take a shower and disappeared for a long while. The next time I saw her that, she was wet and scantily wrapped in a towel looking for her clothes in the dryer, only they weren't there. It appears that all of the vicadin she was taking for a toothache combined with the beer and margaritas she drank after skiing didn't mix well and she forgot where she put her clothes. I don't think she found them until Sunday morning.
Mike and I didn't drink much last night, even with all of the other drugs and entertainment around us. We both felt much better this morning, and finally met up with Chris and headed over to Kirkwood. No breathalyzer needed this morning, we were sober. A few hours of skiing later, I was headed back to the Bay to the safe haven of my 300 sf cave.
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