Back From Tahoe

Well I just back from Tahoe.  I have to say that it was truly a blur of a weekend.  Or should I say brrr of a weekend.  Cold temps and rain were on the menu but JH and I said “fuck you mother nature you’re not slowing us down”.  But she did and ultimately we limited our activity to a small hike up to Angora Lakes for cliff diving that never occurred, hours spent playing Chinese Dominoes, and a few hours spent in the casinos.

Here are a few photos….

BN and JH crack open a few beers.  BN makes a retarded looking face like he’s trying to be cool or something, we cheers, and then our lips freeze to the bottles.

After assessing the thickness of our breaths, we decide a 50′ leap into the chilly waters would not be such a good idea.

BN displays some Phelps-esque dominance in not only Chinese Dominoes, but also in the marshmellow eating contest.

And my final two photos.  Salmon doing their thing in a creek in South Lake Tahoe.  Pretty damn amazing…

Anyways, that’s about it.  I’m flippin tired so I’m leaving it at this.  Good to see you JH even though it was a short stay.

I will pass on one quick story since it was pretty damn funny and very much JH.  While we were gassing up for the ride home on Sunday, this pick-up truck rolled up and this local blue-collared worker got out of his truck, spit out his cigarette butt, and smashed it with his Birkenstock sandal into the ground.

Once he left, JH got out of the car, walked over to the now extinguished butt, picked it up, opened up the guy’s car door and threw it inside his cab.  Pretty damn entertaining boldness.  Cause I am irritated by the same thing.  Smokers just littering their butts wherever they feel like it like its not littering.  This is one of the classic sides to JanE.  Over the top boldness.

Which quickly reminds me of almost the same story several years back.  JH and I were on the boardwalk down in San Diego cruising on Blacky and Bluey (our two beach cruisers) and stopped to probably check out a pair of fake ta-tas or something.  Whatever, harmless fun.  But this middle aged banker type rolled out from some small banker beach-house gathering, and with his hand cuffed by a $500 dollar wrist watch, he took his cigarette from his mouth, looked for a millisecond for a trash can, and when not finding one, he threw it next to a light fixture that kind of resembled a trash can.   JH immediately responded by belittling the guy saying, “Wow.  Congratulations you found the trashcan.”  Just rode him for a little bit.  The guy wouldn’t make eye contact and you could tell that he  totally felt foolish.  Very entertaining.

Well I find it entertaining.  Alright.  Goodnight everyone.  This goose is cooked.

BN