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Chainsaws, motorcycles, and beer. Oh, my!
I noticed, while listening simultaneously to revving engines and screaming blades, that there is happiness in beer. I mean, in playing. And doing so in numbers.
And beer.
Ales sits in the sun next to the keg, smells the marinated meat smoking on the grill, and squints into the sun beating down on the corning snow. To the azure, or to anyone who?ll listen, he accents: ?When I am here, sitting in the sun, I look around at all these beautiful things and I know that this is the good life.?
The good life.
It?s my moving-in party. And I feel like I just got home. Having slowly joined the pack over the course of a year, I?m welcomed in by open arms.
We live a stone?s throw away from as far as you can throw a stone. Pretty close to some good skiing, too.
Sometimes, we?ll wake up before daylight, drive a few minutes, and then ascend as the sun is rising. Awed by the magnificence of things we can see every day.
Hiking out and back would be beautiful enough, but the bonus of coming down is extra special.
Sometimes, we?ll start early just to claim a good spot for later. As the temperature rises, we kill time by killing a south-facing line that corns up early in the morning. Happiness with a view.
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The currently tapped keg of Pilsner Urquell is the 18th to sit on the deck in the last five months. It?s the second one since I moved in a week ago. ?We?ve done a pretty good job, so far,? says Cartman.
He, of course, was referring to the great wall of?.
In the middle of the winter, when that collection was gaining momentum, a ramp was erected on the deck in the back. Late-night silliness reigned. G, who has since gone home to his motherland, was the architect of this beauty:
And his fun-loving laughter has already been missed.
Times slowly change, but we persevere. Forging ahead into a br?. well, into the same old things, but with different spins from different angles.
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I once said ?Don?t feel bad for Cartman,? and while it?s become a popular sentiment in the house, it still rings true. After a painful fall over some rocks, our cartoon comrade gets up and endures this:
Pici ow!
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Oh, the agony of entertainment. All in a day?s play. It?s eventually time to go back to that place we saved.
When the serious skiing is done for now, the keg is tapped, the grill fires up and music plays.
And more silliness.
Stupid little things.
Moments that pass without much meaning at the time, but become fond memories later.
Na zdraví.
I noticed, while listening simultaneously to revving engines and screaming blades, that there is happiness in beer. I mean, in playing. And doing so in numbers.
And beer.
Ales sits in the sun next to the keg, smells the marinated meat smoking on the grill, and squints into the sun beating down on the corning snow. To the azure, or to anyone who?ll listen, he accents: ?When I am here, sitting in the sun, I look around at all these beautiful things and I know that this is the good life.?
The good life.
It?s my moving-in party. And I feel like I just got home. Having slowly joined the pack over the course of a year, I?m welcomed in by open arms.
We live a stone?s throw away from as far as you can throw a stone. Pretty close to some good skiing, too.
Sometimes, we?ll wake up before daylight, drive a few minutes, and then ascend as the sun is rising. Awed by the magnificence of things we can see every day.
Hiking out and back would be beautiful enough, but the bonus of coming down is extra special.
Sometimes, we?ll start early just to claim a good spot for later. As the temperature rises, we kill time by killing a south-facing line that corns up early in the morning. Happiness with a view.
video link
The currently tapped keg of Pilsner Urquell is the 18th to sit on the deck in the last five months. It?s the second one since I moved in a week ago. ?We?ve done a pretty good job, so far,? says Cartman.
He, of course, was referring to the great wall of?.
In the middle of the winter, when that collection was gaining momentum, a ramp was erected on the deck in the back. Late-night silliness reigned. G, who has since gone home to his motherland, was the architect of this beauty:
And his fun-loving laughter has already been missed.
Times slowly change, but we persevere. Forging ahead into a br?. well, into the same old things, but with different spins from different angles.
video link
I once said ?Don?t feel bad for Cartman,? and while it?s become a popular sentiment in the house, it still rings true. After a painful fall over some rocks, our cartoon comrade gets up and endures this:
Pici ow!
mpeg video link, wmp works best
Oh, the agony of entertainment. All in a day?s play. It?s eventually time to go back to that place we saved.
When the serious skiing is done for now, the keg is tapped, the grill fires up and music plays.
And more silliness.
Stupid little things.
Moments that pass without much meaning at the time, but become fond memories later.
Na zdraví.