Boston PT 2

So I went to Boston yesterday for the hell that is the ski sale. It actually wasn't as bad as I had presumed. The ride up was fairly uneventful, little traffic, and included no wrong turns. A good start. After arriving, we had our little pep talk and split up to our regular locations (ie:snowboards for myself). The pace was steady all day long with a few rushes here and there promptly followed by a few lulls. The reps were tollerable for the most part and I even wound up getting to know a few guys that I hadn't talked to before. I do have to raise my glass to the fine folks who were down from the Latham, NY store! They were motivated, friendly folk who seemed to be in good spirits all show long. Definitely helped me keep my sanity and provided many laughs throughout the day. Sold many a snowboard boot. I think that everyone that I helped walked out with something (most were even stoked!). Saddled up around 8:45PM and headed home. The biggest bummer of the night was when we got super pumped to rock some burritos at Fresh City on the pike while heading home. The first one was closed so we hightailed it to the next. When the next one was closing as we walked in, Pat suggested bum rushing the counter and making our own. Not wanting to make a scene and knowing full well that our legs weren't up to the task of running from the authorities, we settled for sketchy TigerMart sandwiches. Went straight to my lady's, watched back-to-back Chappelle [sp?] Shows, laughed my ass off, and fell asleep with the cats.
Today's breakfast debacle should have been the clue in for the rest of the day. We opened 15 minutes early, everything seemed mellow so I went across the street to score some food and coffee to kickstart what was going to be a ripp'n busy day. After waiting in line for a good 10 minutes behind only TWO people, the red flags should have been raised to my attention. After getting my food, I walked back, avoiding bleary-eyed chuch going folk as they paraded to Wal-Mart. I got back inside the safety of the shop and had been there no longer than 2 minutes when I put Haasenstuff'ns X-LRG coffee down right on top of an anti-theft pin. Pulling the pin from the coffee was akin to that of pulling the pin on a grenade. (It hit the fan!) As I did so, the shop flooded with customers, I got pulled in several directions at once while a stream of scalding hot coffee violated my hands, pants and shoes. ALL AT ONCE! T'was sweet. Once that happened, it never let up. I had to duck off the floor around 2 PM just so I could consume something to avoid hitting the floor. What about the faulted coffee you ask? Well I'm glad you did. I jumped into backshop-mode immediately! Grabbing a handful a paper towels and a large roll of duct tape I constructed a dam that rivaled that of the Hoover....not really. Coffee was still dripping out and was divied between two coffee mugs. Haasenfluff'ns went double fisted for a bit to knock the hang-over, casino-losing, get home at 5AM spin out of his head. He pulled through like a champ.
Once we wrapped up @ 5, went to rock some Indian food for dinner with friends (who happen to be coworkers). With a belly full of Vindaloo Chicken among other goodies, I got all artsy fartsy with my camera around town. The way that the fog had settled made the best lighting I'd seen in a while. Ripped through half of a roll to finish that one off, came back home, changed film and shot some stuff around the apartments. I love shooting when there's fog out at night. There's such a mysterious, gentle vibe that goes with it. I can't really put it into words. I wound up experimenting with shutter speed and exposure time so hopefully some of the shots will come out. May even be a few worthwhile to post. If you're not riding right now cause of the wet weather, get yourself some fenders and raingear and charge hard damnit! Enjoy the mild stuff before old dude winter bites our asses with all of his windchill craziness and sticks you on your trainer in front of the evil TV! You do have a trainer right?