Super Caca Post!

Yes, that's me in a muu muu. Tuesday was a ridiculous day for this guy. Not only was it the annual Chef Race at Northstar, but I also drank to black out TWICE. The event is part snow action, part iron chef, a dash of MacGyver, all shaken not stirred. Usually, I'm not nearly cool enough to get invited to represent the resort restaurant. However, seeing how Steve fired all his cooking staff, they practically begged me. Plus, they needed a snowboarder to hold us in the race. And a girl. And since we didn't have a girl on our team, one of us had to dress the part. This is also where I come in, rocking Steve's wife's maternity muu muu. She's a hippie, so I looked like a hippie. A real good one, too. The race down the slalom course went well considering I was on a 149 park board with no edges, and our token skier already had a bottle of wine and 2 drinks pass his bladder. On the cooking part, we kicked so much ass. Every team is given a tray of the same ingredients, which none of us are privy to prior to the race. The tray included items such as corn flakes, shrimp, a coconut, and filo dough. I know we kicked ass on the cooking, but honestly, that's the last thing i remember before waking up at home in my bed later that afternoon. I haven't been drinking too much lately, but hitting hard liquor at 10am and blacking out by mid-day isn't part of my usual routine. I think I even did some drunk texting in there somewhere, and worked on some Automaton graphics. Anyway, later that night I found myself way too many whiskeys deep at a bar for the Aussie girls' goodbye do. They decided to bail out of Tahoe early and head to London. Which brings me to another topic of stress: what to do post-season. This is the 1st time in years I've had to think about it. Do I go back to London? San Diego? Oregon? I need an adventure. I need to leave my comfort zone. North Africa? Somewhere remote and with surf, I'd prefer. Somewhere I can be by myself (and be myself) for a while. My time is running out, and I gotta spend it wisely. Time to be selfish and do what's best for me.

OK, so talking to Shane-o about traveling. The deal is this: I've come to the conclusion that every traveler (NOT tourist) falls into 1 of 2, or both, categories. People who are searching for something, and people who are running from something. Some people are both. Another aspect about traveling is how the value of human contact is changed. Like Catherine and I were talking about, if you're a traveler, you're gonna have to like being by yourself. You have to be able to deal with (and maybe even enjoy) lonliness. Which means you're gonna learn to be really comfortable with yourself. I really enjoy traveling. I think it's part of your education. Oh, but what Shane and I were talking about, when you travel, you meet so many people. You're gonna tell 100 people that you'll keep up, but you don't. You think someone's such a close friend for 2 weeks, then never speak again. IF you ever do meet again, though, it's like you never were apart. This is the super caca post!