Rome Snowboards Presents Roadtrips Never Fail

The car is packed, the coffee is brewed, the crew is waiting in the driveway. It’s time; road trip.

This spring the Rome crew set out to blaze a new trail of spring riding glory. Starting from Superpark 18 at Mount Hood Meadows the boys packed up and hit the road. Roaming Oregon in a refurbished Greyhound bus, they ventured from the slopes of Mt. Bachelor to the pristine concrete skate parks and all the late nights, parking-lots and adventures in between. We Believe Road Trips Never Fail and this is the proof.

Best Week Ever: March 27, 2009

“It’s always so much better when your week isn’t you sitting around smoking weed and watching Tyra.”

-We go downtown to these fashion shows for some sort of LA fashion week. I get a press pass and am issued into a line with other press types. We are set to go into the show first for our prime seating. I whine to Olivia, “I don’t want to sit with Press. Those people are so boring.”

-According to Olivia people stare at me everywhere I go. I am just rarely paying enough attention to notice. I turn to Erika and Olivia one afternoon at the Beverly Center, “Why is everyone staring at me?” I continue, “Is it because I’m wearing the same outfit as yesterday?”

-While at the mall, I remark to Erika and Olivia that I enjoy seeing unattractive pregnant ladies. I add that I especially like seeing unattractive pregnant ladies with hot dudes. Both of them stare blankly at me, waiting for more. I add, “It’s like someone had sex with you! There is hope for me!” Olivia rolls her eyes, “Sarah, someone had sex with you yesterday.”

-We leave Thursday afternoon for our road-trip to SXSW. One of the girls  in the car remarks that she likes the hoodie I am wearing. I explain that one time at the Missbehave office, someone had asked me what was on said sweatshirt. I in turn had told them it was penguins. Hayley pauses for a second and then inquires, “Wait, what it actually on it?” I shrug, “Sunglasses.”

-During the car ride, Hayley starts explaining her thoughts on the drug debacle down at the Mexican border. She details some outrageous incident where she witnessed a group of vegans doing a bunch of coke. She remarks that they seemed to care about the lives of animals,  but not those of the Mexican children lost to get them their cocaine. I nod my head, “Every time I am about to do a line I pause for a second and say “I’m Sorry Juan. RIP little man!”

-I fall asleep in the car.  Upon beginning to fall asleep I had begun a playlist of fun things for the car’s inhabitants to enjoy. Upon waking up Birdy asks, “Who is the guy talking? Is he some kind of preacher?” Still half asleep I tune my ears into what is on and remark, “Sort of, it’s David Sedaris.”

-I am explaining the varied sources of my income to the girls in the car. I go through the list of freelance gigs and whatnot. I begin to explain the music blog I write for. I am interrupted by Birdy, “I thought you don’t listen to music?” I quickly reply, “Oh, it’s just electronic music. It doesn’t count.”

-I run into my infamous ex-boyfriend Mike down in Texas. He inquires about my diet and why exactly I am dieting. I explain, “I gained a ridiculous amount of weight while I was living in New York.” He asked how. I blame it on take-out and weed. I then add, “I think my mindset was sort of like I am a writer now no one can see me!”

-Mike is at SXSW with Adidas. They are showcasing shoes and doing video interviews with musicians and celebrity types. They interview me on Social Networking and New Media type stuff. After the interview is completed, Mike remarks, “You are very well spoken on camera.” I thank him. He then continues, “It’s weird cause when you talk it’s like blah blah blah I am Sarah Morrison.”

-One of the boys working the Adidas thing is wearing those Jeremy Scott for Adidas sneakers that I have been trying to make mine to no avail. I simply turn to him and ask if I can have his shoes. He looks down at his feet, then at me, and remarks, “I don’t think they would fit you.” I get kind of bummed. Mike sort of baffled by the conversation he just witnessed goes, “I like that he didn’t say no.”

-My phone is about to die. I inform Mike that I am trying to locate a charger. I add, “I am tying to find Steve. He has got to be DJing somewhere with a phone charger.” He quickly replies, “He DJs with a phone charger?”

-There is a girl in a cute little 90s super tight mini-dress at the Mad Decent/Iheartcomix festivities Saturday night.  I go up to her and tell her how much I like it. She says to me, “All night, people has been telling me I am like Kelly Bundy or Kelly Kapowski!” I think for a moment, “Those are two very different people.”

-We end up hanging out with a drunk band one evening. Some band member annoyingly motions to us girls and yells, “Everyone on Joeys lap for a photo!” Joey slides his chair back waiting for us to jump on said opportunity. Jessica remarks at an equal decibel, “No one on Joey’s lap! How about a photo of Joey by himself!” Joey seems just as excited as the flash goes off.

-I am outside some bar with my Macbook trying to return emails since my Blackberry is dead.  Everyone who I  presumed was inside at the table where I had left my purse, appear on the sidewalk.  But I am quickly reassured someone is still sitting at the table inside. I add, “Ok good. I am more concerned about my Chloe bag than this one with my Macbook in it.”

-Brooke informs me that she is glad I decided to go to SXSW. She says she is excited to read this week’s Best Week Ever. She adds, “It’s always so much better when your week isn’t you sitting around smoking weed and watching Tyra.”

Best Week Ever: January 9, 2009

“Everyone is so much funnier when they are hung-over.”

-After some reshuffling of the staff at Missbehave and some new job titles, I find myself a little confused. I decide to inquire what exactly everyone is doing these days.  Maude gives me a rundown of the nature of her job and explains that in reality it differed very little from that of Olivia’s. It was only the title that separated the two.  Olivia then explains to me that she had a choice between the titles of associate editor and staff writer. She adds, “I was told that staff writers are assumed to be drunks that never turn anything in on time, SO I chose to be an associate editor.”  I stopped the entire confusing conversation, waved my hands in the air, and announced, “I want to be a staff writer!”

-We hold the second of our Missbehave Christmas parties. I have trouble getting dressed for the occasion, due to the fact I had put so much effort into our last (and what I had presumed to be our sole Christmas party). I end up arriving in a pair of jeans, t-shirt, and two different colored versions of the same Marc Jacobs’ pair of jelly sandals. I arrive late in said outfit and discover my coworkers/friends drunk and looking a bit more put together than myself. Samantha points at my feet and yells to our crowd of onlookers, “Sarah is wearing jellies in the middle of winter!” I add, “This is why you are my friend. You haven’t even noticed I am wearing two different shoes.”

-A friend of mine brings to my attention that I had a Wikipedia entry. I am not exactly clear how Wikipedia works. I have since watched said entry evolve and dissolve almost daily into different versions of what I may or may not be. Upon noticing it, it was paragraphs long. It then became much shorter and to the point. It keeps fluctuating back and forth with new birth-dates,  new resume details, new alleged accomplishments, and my favorite new flags regarding my relevance or more importantly irrelevance to the greater good (in general.) As i showed my now three sentence long proof that i am somehow relevant to my brother, I find myself hitting the computer screen and remarking, “I feel like every time anyone talks shit about me I should be like, but I have a Wikipedia entry!”

-It is holiday time at the Morrison’s, one of the happiest times in all of the world. My brother is on the phone. My mother sits on the computer checking her email behind him. I walk in and sit down on the couch near Sam. I didn’t think he noticed me, until he literally put the phone down, looked at me like I was retarded, and asked what the hell I was eating. I look down at my strange snack, then back up at him and mutter, “Bread and cheese?” He begins to put the phone back up to his ear then stops and goes, “What is this, jail?” I find myself looking towards my mom for answers. She doesn’t event turn away from her computer screen. So I simply shrug, “I guess.”

-My mom encounters me doing work on my laptop and eating out of a bag of pita chips the day after Christmas. She stares confused at me and asks what I am doing. I begin to detail work and emails when she stops me, “Why are you eating those…. they are so salty!?” I nod and begin to agree with her. She instructs me to throw them away. I begin to try to stand up for the poor pita chips. “Can’t I wipe them off or wash them off?” My mom point to the trash can. I roll my eyes, feeling defeated and dump them out.

-My dad is very regimented. He goes to sleep at 9:30pm each night. He wakes up at 6:30am each morning. He gets the paper, he eats breakfast, he does god knows what. It doesn’t really matter. That’s how he rolls. Sam and I get up at our respective morning hours much later than our dad’s. Just like high school, I appear much earlier than Sam. My Dad has this baffling tale to tell. He went outside to get the Boston Globe like he does each morning and has done each morning for 20 some odd years. He picks the paper up off the ground and is completely at a loss as to what is in his hand. He explains, “Sarrrrr, it’s the fucking New York Post!?” I have no idea what to say. He continues, “You know what I do? ” Sort of frightened as to what is coming next, I simply shrug. He continues, “I drop the paper on the fucking ground and look around for that kooky Ashton kid to tell me I am being Punk’d!”

-I go to see that movie the Wrestler. In case you haven’t seen it, it’s Mickey Rourke depicting a Hulk Hogan-esque wrestler. His reign has ended with that of  80s wrestling. He works mid-west high school auditoriums. He lives in a trailer. He’s completely alone. I watch the whole thing frightened. I turn to the friend I was with after the films’ end (still finishing my popcorn) and announce, “I have never identified with a character in a movie more than this.” I dump the rest of the bag of popcorn in my mouth and add, “That is so fucked up.”

-I find myself stuck in traffic one afternoon, (from Boston to NYC in a car that was once mine, but I had given to my dad due to gas prices) with my newly possessed vehicle to en route to Brooklyn to pack up my belongings for my move back to Los Angeles. My friend Rose is inquiring about my where abouts due to the fact I am four hours late and still MIA. I detail the situation to her the best I can, typing through abruptly moving traffic.  I am listening to Wendy Williams luckily, and it’s biding my time well. I explain that I left Boston 7 hours ago, but I do encourage Rose to tune in to it um, NOW! I love me some Wendy Williams. But, today Wendy is next level epic. I encourage Rose to tune in. I add, “She is so hungover and it’s SO amazing.” I then pause and think about my life and laugh, “Everyone is so much funnier when they are hung-over.”

-I have had a few sort of emotional curve-balls sent my way in the past few weeks. But we move on. We pack things up and we start driving, right? Well that’s what i do. I have been driving all night. It’s 7 am somewhere in the deep south. I stop to get a new Ipod charger at a Wal-mart I see off the freeway. I am tired. I am irritable. I am mumbling to myself as I enter said rural southern Wal-mart at 7 am. I am walking briskly through the door. I hear a sad voice attempting it’s best happy, “Hello ma’am. Welcome to Wal-mart.” I turn. I see an elderly man in a wheelchair doing his best to smile. But his almost smile made me genuinely light up. I wanted to hug him, but I felt like that would be weird at Wal-mart.