Best Month Ever: FebruaryFebruary found me in the Aspen airport for the second time in two days, waiting for a flight to Denver and then back to Orange County. I had big plans to fly back to California from Aspen (cause the man was too cheap to spring for two one way tickets) and then hop a flight the same night to Vermont. But of course, my flight from Colorado got cancelled causing me to miss my red eye and having to change my ticket yet again.
But I had met an evil boy in Aspen who convinced me that I wanted to stay in California for a few extra days anyway. So back I went to 70 degrees and sunny where there was skateboarding to be done and super beers to be drank. I made my new BMXer friend watch while I skated parks he wasn’t allowed at and made a few more trips to In and Out, because that’s how I roll. I figured while I was in So Cal I would check in with the magazine and see if they needed me. And it just so happened that the cancelled Mexico trip had been uncancelled and was happening a few days later. So I changed my ticket again, but luckily I was flying on Jetblue, so it cost like $20 total to do all this. This time in California I didn’t have my own car, so I had to get a ride from Lauren Perkins and her mom down to San Clemente. Of course, it wasn’t a direct ride, it stopped for their pilates class. Since I wouldn’t go anywhere near a pilates studio even if you paid me, I opted to find a bar. I had a couple $7 drinks (which I later expensed, don’t worry) and then was a bit tipsy when I got back in the car. But I hid it well and sixteen-year-old Lauren was still allowed to go on a trip with me the next day.
I’m not going to expand that much on the Mexico trip since I already wrote a 3000 word story about it that you can read all about in this month’s SG, but long story short, we went to Tijuana in a rented van with three teenagers, a photographer with photo-guy complex and me. There wasn’t a lot of planning involved and there was only 2 days to pull off a story since the girls we were with had to go to Australia a few days later. There was two crappy skateparks, a few dirty spots and a few bowls of disgusting fish soup involved. We killed it, and other than getting all our shit jacked from the van, it was a fun trip. We headed back across the border with a lot less stuff, (although I’d replaced most of my wardrobe at Mexican Walmart), but we’d gotten the story and I still had two days before I was actually going to fly back to Vermont. At this point I was starting to believe that I may never make it home. But it did end up happening, and on Feb. 8 I was back in Burlington. Now with no job and nothing to do I thought that I would go snowboarding. I did that once or twice, and it had its moments, especially since on the way to Stowe is the Cider Mill (free cider) and Cabot annex where there are free samples of every kind of cheese and Lake Champlain Chocolates. Of course, February is home to Valentine’s Day, and I had a date with the cute guy that works at the front desk at Burton, or cute front desk guy, as I like to call him. I tried to get him to take me to Denny’s but it didn’t happen, and we ended up at the Vermont Pub and Brewery. It was romantic even though he likes Terje more than he likes me.
Living less than 2 hours from Montreal, I decided to head up on Feb. 20th. My old college friend, who for some reason moved to Boston, came up to shred the rad that weekend. After one day of that I suggested we head to the great white north, so we did. It was really cold there. Really cold. I decided to head to Boston on the 26th for a magical night of drinking in Harvard Square. Rachel pretty much has Boston on lock and she and her friend Chris are favorite patrons at the Hong Kong, where the bartending brothers like to pour the pint glass cocktails really, really strong. After a night of whiskey I needed to be carried back to Somerville, and there was some laundry required in the morning, but it was the perfect was to say good bye to February, the best month ever. -Brooke Geery |
