tahoe. last weekend. morris, garbanzo, an excellent group of friends, cranium, fireplace, harry potter bunk beds.
first of all, thank you garbanzo for the inspiring quote. without you, this post would have no title. yes, i've been told a handful of times that i am not a lady. specifically by my father when i burp and let me point out that when i burp, it is not a normal burp. some may view it as a spiritual awakening, others may think they've witnessed the breaking of the sound barrier. regardless, it's loud.
that being said, some occurences in tahoe only fueled the fire behind my dad's continual lecture:
1) an actual burp that immediately silenced a rowdy group of cranium players. crickets.
2) a group of snowboarding hooligans questioning if i, 26 year-old morris, was 16.
3) a mouth kissing session with a northstar village bartender we all like to call dan from missouri.
4) the breakup of a gas station fight which ended with me saying "oh no, don't worry, i can buy my own meat stick". (in my defense, garbanzo started the fight. i was an innocent bystander trying to buy a slim jim.)
5) the purchasing of a slim jim at a gas station.
6) a night ending with a good ole scaling of the cabin in snowshoes.
i guess i should just be thankful that sheriff kurt didn't drag me to the slammer...
in the words of fergie:
"my daddy told me so, he let his daughter know".
xoxo (FML),morris
ps - shouts out to MKG. have an amazing weekend. YOWZA!
pps - thanks to c-money for securing the cabin.
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