The best thing about old friends is the utter lack of pretese. They know how weird you are, and there is no looming sense of cordiality, hospitality or obligation. I hate pretense and while I am a used car salesman/marketeer by day, I enjoy my time at home in a different way.
The E.B. crew rolled into Washington for tour of skateparks, snowboard resorts and gentleman's clubs. Five deep and with two rigs, Jay, Alexei, Steve, Spike and Bryan got right in the mix. I have had guests from hell in the past (Mike Baker, Heath with his two dogs, my parents) but these guys are mellow. I'm stoked they came back to WA and I'm sure it will be the official unofficial annual trip each year.
Aside from the slight hint of dude smell coming from the 10 snowboard boots and 5 gear bags, the whole endeavor has been killer. I must be getting fat, old and soft when feet start to bother me. Weak.
