We arrived at the mountain on friday...checkin' out the half-pipe and the slopes from the lift. We claimed the position of our booth and took advantage of the day for some boarding on the slopes. Here's a little jump after getting hit on the back with some skis...haha! Here's a quic wipe-out for you...well, at least he said, fukitt?!
As the night approached, we thought we'd hit the hotel bar downstairs...and looked for any sign of bunnies. Even Danny Kass and his crew felt the presence of the party people. Already, we had alcohol abuse happening by being spilled.
We felt bad for the bartenders, but there's no way people are going to pay $3.75 per beer when they have 30-packs in their room! So, we just kept taking the human trolley back and forth. As we roamed, we found ourselves in some room where it looked like GOD shining down on you. Meanwhile, back in the Hall of Justice...Ross Powers and superfriends were partyin' with everybody. There was love in the air, a busted up night, and a very rough wake-up to look forward to...but we were up and out!
Everything was well until we find out that our claimed booth position has been stolen by another sponsor!! Bullsh_t!! They didn't want FUKiTT too visible...that's so corny! We said FUKiTT and continued on to build our home base. Then we hear of even more bullsh_t news...they don't want our banners up on our stand or anywhere else visible! Then what the f_ck was the use of sponsoring this sh_t! So, we negotiated by "x"ing out the letter "u" on FUKiTT.
Then another f_cked up news...the pipejam is postponed 'til sunday! What the f_ck man! They had some weak-ass $1000 rail contest goin' on instead. With things going slow, we thought we'd hit the South side for some Beach Party at the Moguls bar! We definitely had a good welcome by our waitress and a perfect view of the place.
Nothin' was goin' on yet so we just had a bite to eat and some bruhas...so we leave the ladies. Back to the slopes...in a different state of mind...perhaps buzzed?! We check up on home base and we see that Big Steve has arrived! Then we see Ross Powers and Danny Kass doing their deed of signing some autographs.
We must say that those two are cool as hell man...they're mellow and just chill. Well, once again, the night is upon us and we go to the hotel...back to the bar! It was slow at first with everyone still pre-gaming in their rooms. But some just brought their 30-packs to the bar! There were 3 bands playing: Prevent Falls, The Low End Theory, and Ex Number Five.
There were definitely some hotties around...along with the ones we brought of course. We're here to stop the meat market environment people! The band did a good job of entertaining the party folks into mosh action, but hotel managment was in panic mode! This bar was getting packed with more people. We had the FUKiTT CREW gettin' their groove on the dance floor...and surrounding Lesley the Hex2 bartender!
We ran out of beer (x) so we tapped into our hard liquor (h)...so pacing became an important factor in our hourly drinking equation of h=(x/6)*2, where x equals beers already in our system. Well, some got the equation wrong and were busted up and pissin' in the corner! We had some rough situations with intoxication and good tunes mixed with moshing... Like Maverick without Goose, the FUKiTT guy had a bogey on his tail with incoming arms to his face. Never leave your wingman in the moshpit!!
By 2:00AM, everyone were switched on to auto-pilot and roamed the halls of the hotel...some of us couldn't even open doors?! We even found Kass and crew bikin' around a little bit?! We also ended up partyin' with the Bill of Specialty Sports and Rich of 3rd Millenium.
After that...things got very blurry so we fast forward to the morning. THAT WAS F_CKIN' ROUGH! FUKiTT got to the mountain at 10:30AM when every other sponsor got there at 8:00AM! The anticipated audience were reduced due to the rain we got the night before...so, Sunday s_cked even more.
Well, we're not here to tell you what happened with the competition just the stuff you don't see on ESPN or any other network. We do want to mention that Michelle Taggert is a cool chic...she's got more balls than our sorry asses being that good?!
Well, that's it... Sorry Legends Hotel for the damages, sorry Mountain Creek for not being open enough, and thank you everyone for a good f_ckin' time!
Later,
FUKiTT crew
