Im so sorry mom: a rails to riches story.

pomme-de-terre

pomme-de-terre

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hey newschoolers. its pomme-de-terre, i have posted here in a long time. its currently 2:10 local time here in Rochester ny. i have a splitting headache, my mouth is dry, my eyes are red, im weak and tired, and im about to get in my car to drive 6 hours to fucking boston. i got home from the bar at 11, worked a 10 hour day at my job as an automotive technician and have only eaten bar food and mcdonalds fries in the past 18 hours. its snowing here in NY and unfortunately my snow tires are still stubbornly, in my trunk, instead of on my car.

"but steve! rails to riches isnt in boston!" you might all cry out.

i know that assholes. im not staying there.

i will arrive in boston around 7:30, sleep for an hour or two, and then myself, my pro-hoe friend grace and some soulless asian dragon lady bitch are driving 2 more hours to killington, VT because we won some free lift passes or one of those girls sucked Ian Comptons dick for tickets to R2R or some bullshit. i dont know, the details are sketchy at best.

my plan is to arrive at the venue and immediately get blackout, shitfaced drunk, stand as close as possible to the venue and scream really heinous shit at all the riders competing in the event.

if you are interested in following my endeavors, or have any suggestions as to activities i should partake in along the way or while im at R2R, please discuss that in this thread. alternatively, if you know where to party in kilington, vt or any of the surrounding areas (especially that fucking slum rutland) hit me up to get drunk with one very angry, vulgar, tired young adult male, a rich jewish girl and her asian friend.

this was a split second decision and probably a terrible one at that.

see you at r2r.

 
Dude come to Jax tonight. Find the new schoolers crew. We will buy you at least one drink.

More if you're hilarious.
 
^^I don't want that. I dunno I'm sorry mr. Bishop I'm totally fuckin up I have to go to a keggar with hippies. I hate hippies. Ill get real fucked up and probably call the bar in about three hours, crying and begging, through choked sobs" to speak to "FUCKIN NEWSCHOOLERS THEY KNOW ME IM FAMOUS ON THE INTERNET JUST GIVE HIM THE PHONE" so be prepared for that. Buy a shot in my honor and give it to an underage girl for me.
 
You don't have to anywhere. If you don't want to party with people don't go. Instead of bitching about it. You can find some sloots wherever and you aren't even boning the girl you're with.

It sounds like you don't know how to get down.
 
uh i just got home and im tired and shaking/ suffering other withdrawal symptoms.

spoiler alert: that wanker tanker guy is a tool.

ill post here again tomorrow.
 
Did you go to the kegger at Lunchbox?

We went there instead of Jax. Was hoping to run into you.
 
Bishop.. I am disappointed you didn't say hi.. or come to JAX. We went there around 9 and no one was there ha.
 
DUDE -

I called your name from afar a couple of times but you didn't hear me. We made a critical error on finals timing, so missed you again figuring I'd catch up at the afterparty.

Then we were told that the party was going off at Lunchbox vs. Jax so went there. Great time, but looks like we ended up where mostly the snowboard crew was hanging out.

so /fail on catching up this time around.

I'll get you next time gadget.... next time!
 
Dude, chill. Your objectively wrong about that too, it's 2:45 if you don't drive fast. check your buddy google maps.
 
lol. See sent my a picture of this shit. I am sorry that you probably had to hear her bitch for like 3 days.
 
no, we were staying with a girl who goes to GMC and ended up going to a green mountain college house party which was pretty fun. i really wanted to go back to killy and have a few drinks with you guys but i guess thats just gonna have to wait till the dew tour. i was trapped in poultney as i had been drinking heavily throughout the day and didnt really wanna drive.

anyways, i thought all GMC kids were stinky hippies but they turned out to be fucking radical. highlights of the house party included putting war paint on my face and making out with two girls, at least one of them was hott. so that counts for something i guess. the music was terrible though.

we left vermont the next morning and got back to boston around 1:00pm. i set myself a 1 hour time limit in boston but we met up with some friends and ended up getting shitfaced and terrorizing graces roommates and the general bostonian populace. i would like to apologize here to all the innocent women i screamed heinous shit at and that one girls ass i grabbed. left the city around 4:30/5ish.

i racked up over 1k miles throughout the weekend, slept for a total of 7 hours between friday morning and sunday night and consumed an amount of alchohol that left me shaking in my bed sunday night. the cumulative hangover hit me about 3 hours into my drive home like a fucking freight train and i considered crashing my car into a jersey barrier to escape the pain. about 60 miles from home my right rear tire blew out and i was so fucking exhausted i just slowed down a little and drove on the sidewalls, i didnt think i had enough strength to swap the spare on. drove it to work like that this morning too.

uh long story short i went to rails 2 riches on a whim at 2 in the morning. had an awesome time. i dunno who won for snowboarders but props to that guy and props to kahli for skiing. the skiing/riding was fucking insane and i saw a hardway backside 3 disaster on the DFD that still is making my weiener stay in my belly. i ate like $30 worth of waffles at that little stand and they were great.

 
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Bahahahahahahahaha

Now I will forever picture you posting from a high-backed red chair with a white cat on your desk.

Major respect for the gadget ref. I thought I was the only one.
 
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