I am officially a haggard pile after a week of X games histeria and insanity and am not sure which combination of bad ideas is to blame, the steady diet of gummy bears and energy drinks or the sheer intensity and sensory overload that this made for TV event demands from each and every person in a one hundred mile radius. Not sure if any of that makes sense but let's just say that I have been spending way too many hours in my snowboard gear not riding and way too few hours sleeping. Here is a smattering of photos that barely capture the happenings of my X games experience. You'd think that being the only athlete to compete in all 12 winter X games I would have learned by now to A) land that effing Mctwist B) stick to one brand of energy drink C) not go to the after after party D) not go to the after after after party but ya know, I am so that girl who gets caught up in the moment and wants to be a part of it all even if that means never sleeping or eating, drinking red bull like it's water and being the last one out of every party, hence it being the monday after X games and me feeling like a gigantic pile of shizzz. So yeah, X games......
Ellery, Me, Gretchen, Torah the standard X games stance.
Lizzy Beerman, first X games and first night contest. So proud of Lizzy for making the six woman final, which by the way is so not radical, I won't get into it but seriously six women in finals...grr.
So stoked for Gretchen, Kelly and Torah, 900's, switch BS 7's and near 1080's things have definitely changed.
Luis and Craig at the Zune party. xoxo love these two
Here's the thing about X games parties, because you are on the hill until 10pm every night and then you need to change, eat, shower etc. you don't even get to the party until after midnight at which time the rest of the world is hammered drunk and the place feels like a sweaty meat locker packed with sausage at which point you either need to leave the bar or join the masses, minutes later the lights come on and the after after plan starts to take shape.
Me, Gretchen, Travis, and Chris moments before packing 18 people into an SUV commendeered by Anne Flore in search of the monster house. We ended up driving all over Aspen looking for the effing house only to arrive at it and realize that singing 80's rock tunes while crambonered into the sketchiest car in town was way more fun than any party, even if Bridges was smoking cigs in that very same car. Damn you Bridges.... Hannah's 21st......Josh Teter, Hannah, and her BF
For her offical 21st birthday Hannah threw a little party at Fly in Aspen, complete with a zillion vodka drinks and underagers.
It was Andy's birthday too, Kent, Andy Bleiler, Gretchen and Amy K.
PS....how rad is Kevin Pearce.....and for that matter my favortie Japanese Giraffe Ryo, who doesn't love a japaffe? ...xoxo
PPS....I realize this blog sucks but as mentioned earlier I am a haggard pile.
