After spending my collegiate waterski career dressing up like it was Halloween every tournament weekend (and again for Winter Conferences) i thought it'd be funny to dress up like a waterskier for actual Halloween. Alas, the general population just does not quite get what it means to be a waterskier. Not that that really matters. So after a night of strange looks in Iowa City i found an inner glow about myself. Well, more accurately, there wasn't much about me that wasn't glowing... so my insides must have been receiving some of the neon radiation going on. It. Was. Ridiculous.
The weekend started off with a wintervention. While it saddens me that Warren Miller is no longer associated with the films released under his name, they nonetheless do him honor. Where they lack his melodic vocal overtures painting the story, they make up for it with ahhhmaizing cinematography and some semblance of a plot. But words fail where feelings take over. In fact they are not even needed. A knowing glance to those next to you convey what words never can: gnar!
So with just under a month until the start of the gnar season, a Halloween trip to Iowa City was a nice change. After discussing what to do with my car in the mountains, Bambi decided to make my decision for me and take out the entire left side of the car. Oops. Sh*t happens. Now i'm just waiting on the determination of if she ever makes it out of Iowa. I cleaned her out and said my goodbyes. Anytime you put that much wrench time into a machine you kind of get attached. Tear. Now the waiting game.
Aside from the less-than-stellar beginning of the weekend the rest was ahhhsome. Watching my second-least favorite team lose, dressing up like an idiot, seeing old friends, making a few new ones (neon has that effect)... it was a good time. And to cap it all, a bop session around Chicago, a smiling face, and a new ride. God i love the midwest. No matter where in in the world i've ever been or ever will be, my heart has and will always be here.
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