The times they are a-changin’.

This post seems to be older than 17 years—a long time on the internet. It might be outdated.

Peter, with Ben and Quinn in tow, picked me up at 3:30 today. That would be 3:30 am, not pm. We hit the slopes just before 9, with only a few hours of rest. But it was worth it. The 30 cm of fresh powder, fresh tracks, the sore body. We went to Longhorn Bar at the base and had drinks with Peter, Ben, Quinn, Paul, and Gabey.

Quick side note: Windows Vista was codenamed Longhorn “after the Longhorn Bar in the Whistler-Blackcomb resort”. Why? Windows XP was codenamed Whistler and the version after Longhorn was codenamed Blackcomb. Longhorn was “initially planned as an “interim release” between “Whistler” and “Blackcomb” (which is now “Vienna”).” (Source:

Paul invited us all to dinner at The Spaghetti Factory. We went over to Gabey’s place to drop stuff off. Having only a few hours of sleep, I elected to nap instead of eating. As Peter will attest to, I can get crabby when I’m tired. Well, two hours later I get woken up. Turns out Peter’s wanted to take a quick nap, but his alarm didn’t work. Ben woke up and was like, “Hey, this is a long ‘quick nap’.” We went over anyway to see if they were still there, they weren’t. We ate.

Brian and Dad arrived and got a hotel room. Brian joined us just as we were leaving. We went back to Gabey’s place, then we left for the pubs (Brian left for the hotel at this point since he’s not 19 yet).

All throughout the day, we (and by “we”, I mean Peter) were asking people (and by “people”, I mean hot girls) where to go party. Just about everyone said The Savage Beagle. By time we got there though, it line was a half hour long. It was late and cold. We ended up at Tapley’s. We rolled out around 1:30am. And now it’s bed time.