My birthday was last march, so i wake up early really hung over and go up to the mountain to go ski.  It is march and crazy crowded and i am way hung so me and my buddy go to the bar for a bloody.  soon we begin taking shots of tequila and goldschlager (at 10 am) and are instantly fucked up.  Since there are tourons everywhere, we decide to be one of them and be way obnoxious.  We head to our local rental shop and buy a "spring break crested butte 2007" t-shirt that has mad splattered neon colors and rip the sleeves off, we rent snowblades with size 36 boots (yes they had em largest i have ever seen) we strap in fully gaped out and walk outside to make complete fools of ourselves, beers in hand.  we ride up the magic carpet a few times, falling and tackling eachother, untill we get thrown off.  we go to an upstairs bar for more shots, with snowbladez on of course, take several more shots, then leave.  I decide to step up the extreme snoblading and ride down the 30 set metal cheese grater steps on bladezzzz with beer in hand, and totally stomp it.  After getting huge applause from the gaypers in the lift line, i try to do a 6" daffy, one of the bladezz falls off cuz the boots are so big and not buckled at all, i fall on my face and somehow manage to slice my barefoot open with the other snoblade, requiring 8 stitches.  Imagine trying to explain that to the Doc completely shitfaced, before noon, on your birthday!