Projectile

After another Friday at work, it was time for me to go to Big Bear! I head over to my homie's house where I'm on time and therefore an hour early. This reminds me of days ago when I used to be in cotillions and always on time but only to wait for everyone to show up. It finally happened enough times to the point where they'd tell me the real practice time instead of the "account for Filipino time" time. Anyhoo, we're off to the mountains. We get to a the cabin and start unloading our stuff. I put my left over McDonald's in the fridge and proceed to roll up a bleezy for the folks that are down. That get's handled and some time later we go to sleep.

I wake up in the middle of the night thinking I have a bad case of gas. I go to the bathroom and "fold my pocket 2's" as I like to call it, head back to the recliner to sleep only to be kept awake. There was this pain that would just not go away. Skipping all the details, let's just say I did my best Exorcist impression. I clean up and what not and somehow knock out. I wake up in the morning and everyone is going to go boarding but I'm just so out of it. I end up staying back, luckily one of Phil's friends wasn't planning on skiing so I had some company.

All I ended up consuming that day was water, gatorade and later that night clam chowder. I didn't have enough calories in me to go boarding the next day either. On a happier note, since I didn't get to go boarding I decided to build a snowman. My first ever somewhat legit one!

All in all, it was a fun trip just got thrown a curveball. I really wish I got to go boarding but it was great getting to know knew people and just getting a chance to relax.