Needless to say there were quite a few drunk people around my house and area.
We decided...; "Let's ahave a ski-doo party!!11"
Ladies and gents.......here is why skidoos and drunkenness do not mix.
The ski doo races started off quite normally, with a few people flying off and landing in snow drifts whereas their skidoos continue on. We decided.....; "Let's pull people behind the skidoos!"
We rigged up an old baby mattress to be pulled behind the fastest ski doo we had there. This my friends, is the source of most of my injuries. Many people would slide off, unable to notice there was a tree or fencepost in the way of where they were going.
"What the hell is that doing here?!?!? Drinking makes us invincable, does it not?"
I suceeded on flying over my fireind zachs' head and landning facefirst in a dirty ass snow drift. Later, when I donned a helmet, it would fill up with snow to the point where I couldn't see and yes, a damn tree got in my way.
Stage two: Lost in the whiteout
By about 11 pm there was zero visability in the area:
"Let's go for an adventure and see if we can come back!!111duh"
Needless to say, about one half made it back, one quarter went to wrong houses, and the other quarter ran out of gas.
The "rescue" parties became more lost then everyone else, especially with such a winner as I a the helm, guiding the lost sleds to the nearby city instead of the house. Amazing how city lights can resemble Christmas lights at -12 beer or less below.
I was lost by myself for 2 hours. My feet were frozen. My friend Naithan found me but took me to a barn instead of my house. I ran out of gas. He had to syphon some from his. He swallowed a tiny bit and got sick. His girlfriend puked inside her helmet on the way towards us and got stuck in a snowbank.
May I say not her helmet, but mine that she had borrowed.
When we all had adventured back to the starting point we decided to stick together for a while. Mostly; because we were all out of gas. No, do not try and run alcohol through your sleds.
That's only 2 of 500 things that happened, from fun to weird. Too bad is you weren't there to know. And if I could remember most I'd tell certain people.
Country parties beat city parties; that's the moral of the story.
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Dude, we HAVE to party! We can party in the summer and have a dirt bike party!!! Or a mud bogging truck party! Chair skiing anyone?
