when life gives you ponchos, you fucking dance to mariachi!

And another cabin trip down!

The 29 days of sad, snow-less weather never dampened our spirits.  As we prayed to the snow gods for a gracious gift of pow, we danced the night away in apparel from around the world.  While Friday night was meant solely for UC Davis Ski Club members, friends from around Truckee and fellow staffers from Santa Cruz filed in to our doors for a wild night of yelling, noise complaints and of course the standard shit-stained bathroom floor caused by a mysterious, inebriated drunkard confused as to where to put his (or her!) ass cheeks...any information on our shit suspect will get free sexual favors via Branderson.

Sombrero time!

Many newcomers flocked the shag-carpeted interior of our 70’s cabin.  A refreshing amount of foreign exchange students made their faces – and drinking capabilities – known to the rest of us.  What a riot they are - of course the Irish do it right!

Midway through the night, Santa Cruz and Davis decided to do good ol’ fashioned boat race.  To recap, boat racing is finishing a beer in a red cup as fast as you possibly can.  If you haven’t heard the news – yes, Dewy Cox is dead.

Digressing.  Davis indubitably kicks major ass at, well, basically everything, but boat racing is our specialty.

SHELLY!!!!

While the cops deterred levels of fun for a momentary hiatus, it did not dampen anyone's spirits - although I DO remember a soulless individual getting his panties in a bunch after he had not gotten everyone to do what he had wanted - but that too, is digression.  Yes, the speakers were put away, but SOSer's from around the world kept their groove on...ESPECIALLY when spirits were substantially raised once we had seen that the snow gods had answered our prayers.  It was snowing!  Holy shit hole, white stuff was actually sticking! (And no, we're not talking about that crap your boyfriend got all over your favorite shirt last night).

Cleaning was not half as bad as our cabin we rented on the MLK weekend.  It's amazing how an extra night with some of your best buds can take a cabin's messiness past the threshold of absolutely disgusting.  Because it had snowed a good 5", the long driveway made for treacherous travels towards the carpools.  Injuries ranged from fractured elbows to sprained ankles (some which may or may not have been directly related to the driveway, but made the slope that much more dangerous.)

Because of the danger - we made a Robot carry our kegs down

Half of the cabin-goers decided to mob to Alpine to enjoy the days fresh powder while the other half thought it necessary to get back home for some much deserved sleep.  Another successful weekend in Tahoe down, another two more to go.  I hope to see you all there!

Hey. I'm a cat.