Damn Daniel

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It's not typical of me to tell an anecdote on here, but last night was too ridiculous not to write about.

So my mates and I decided it'd be a nice idea to use this snow tubing passes my friend had for nearly a year, so they were about to expire. So we make plans to leave around 5, pick up our other friend and go to dinner before going to the mountain.

Our friend we are supposed to pick up, Vince, had his car in the shop, but it's no big deal that's why we were going to get him.
But then-
My brother gets this text: "hey, I'm just gonna bike to your house and then we can all go from your place"
Mind you- Vince lives a good 12 miles away, in the middle of a cow field, far from the suburban streets of our humble abode. Also, he'd be carrying a bag of snow clothes and also, would need to ride home after 10 when we get home.
So, with the quickness, Eric texts back: "no dude, we can pick you up" only to get a response of "it's fine! I insist."

So, we have Vince riding a bike across the county to my place after specifically instructing him otherwise, while Dani, out friend driving that night, had no knowledge of it.

She comes to pick us up and asked where Vince was. So we told her about the bike and the car and the 12 miles and the suburbs and all that, so our best bet? Stay put and wait for him to get here? Nope, drive to his house and see if he's still there. Good God, why are we doing this the most difficult way ever?

So we get about 2 miles out and Eric says Vince text him.

"I'm at the bank in town, see you soon!"
Well fuck, we just missed him. So we turn around and follow him back to my place.

Now I have these nosy as fuck neighbors who from the beginning have always been complete jerks. So they were on their porch while we were in the car and Vince was parking his bike, but Vince threw his bike in my yard and laid there as Dani drove up my curb, staging a crash seen between this kid on a bike and a clearly incompetent Hyundai driver. So after yelling and flailing we decided we better flee before they call the police since they do that like once monthly just on us.

So we go to dinner and on the way to the mountain, see this parking lot FULL of snow. Not just like covered, I'm talking a solid four feet of ice across the whole thing. They had just taken all the snow from my city and pushed it into this one lot, it was awesome.

After a little while of exploring though a cop showed up so we booked it the fuck out of there just in case my neighbors still had it out for us.

Upon arrival to the mountain, the slopes don't look packed but the parking lot does, and that's really fucking inconvenient. We drive up to the top lot looking for a spot closer to where we are giving versus skiers and they say "Lots full, gotta park flown the mountain and take the shuttle up"

Fuck that, we are finding a spot, we already have tickets and everything and the last session is about to end, someone has to be coming out.

We circle.
And again.
And again.
And like 6 more times and none of these fuckers will give up a spot except one and this middle aged white dad in a mini van sides in quicker than he probably hopped into a relationship with his no doubt porker of a wife with at least 4 kids. Jack ass.

So we keep circling and finally decide to just park in the lower lot. It'll be fine.

After finally finding a spot, and putting our handicap tag in the window, even though we weren't in a handicap spot and none of us are handicapped, we wanted someone to feel bad for making a handicapped person park so far away, we made it to the shuttle and rode up to the slopes.

Met some cool people who seem to have come from a cheese and wine tasting and that's all they could talk about but it was funny since you could tell it was kind of a silly thing for them to go to, they kept joking about it. Even called one guy Cheese Pants, I hope you're reading Cheese Pants.

Finally we are at the window with out vouchers and the lady says, "okay that will be 36 dollars."
Hold up, we have vouchers. Whyyy are we payyyiing you?
Non of us had cash, we left it down in the car.
FUCK. Okay, okay. We will just, go back and get it. Jesus, this is so difficult.
So we are about to get in line for the shuttle but we thought, if we can find an open spot in the lot up here, half of us will stand in it, while the others go get the car and the cash. Perfect plan!

There is one open spot. Thank the lord that there was. So the boys go talk to this security officer working and he says yeah you can wait there while your friends go get the car, and as we pass them on the shuttle down, sure enough the are still there and dancing and everyone in the shuttle seemed to give us a nod of approval like "nice lol".

So we get to our stop and the lady asks "who is getting off at the circle." Neatly the whole bus says they are, including Dani and I.

She fucking passes the circle and stops in the middle of the street.

"Who is going to the lower parking lot?"

Silence, minus one guy saying "I don't even know where that is." So she tried to turn around and we are just saying "no let us off here, it's fine just please stop driving" and she is saying she can't but she does anyway and so Dani and I finally make it to the car, we're going up the mountain and make it to the parking lot where we see Eric and Vince.

They're standing in the middle of the road, shaking their heads no.
I swear, to GOD if someone took our spot.

But nah, they just didn't think it was us so they were prepared to flag us along.

We did it, we parked, we paid, we are finally here and it only took us 4 hours, and a bike ride and nearly getting the police called and so much parking confusion, but we made it!

Met back up with Cheese Pants and his friends a few times, and just had great fun. Also convinced this group of strangers our mom was behind them taking a picture of us, they totally were looking for her.

It was a crazy night, I felt it was ridiculous enough to share just for shits and giggles. Hopefully I have some more stories of unforgettable nights soon.

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