I have some friends crashing at my house for ten days. They are a crew from Eastern Boarder that I used to work with. This is the third year for this crew, and it is killer getting to hang, skate and snowboard with old friends.
My girlfriend was slightly less than stoked (what else is new) about the arrangement but didn't really kick up too much of a fuss. After she met the crew and talked with them all, she pretty much fell into line and proceeded to knock back a margarita with the boys... As luck would have it, she then appointed herself team chef and then whipped up some top notch home made mac-n-cheese.
Despite the antics of Alexei and Steve, despite the chain smoking of Jay and Steve, and despite the vomiting of Steve (theme...), she has taken it all in stride. It feels great to share this visit with my better half. It felt like she didn't really take too much of an interest in where I'm from and who my friends are. I appreciate the effort on her part, and now she's excited to get stoned this weekend...
The crew tackled the jumble of pots, pans and dishes. The board bags are neatly stacked and they're calling the strip club the "interpretive dance studio..." out of respect to Aleta. It is all pretty funny how they tune up their shenanigans when she is around.
She grabbed my coffee cup this morning before we headed to work and sat down in the breakfast nook. Six pairs of boots and six pairs of gloves were all jockeying for the best drying position against the electric heater. She sniffed the air and crinkled her nose a bit.
"It smells like dudes in here..."
