1/06/2004 10:27:19 PM|||Travis|||

Back

Another tango with the airline system, and I have pulled out ahead. On my flight over to Spokane, not only did I snag a free ticket to anywhere in the contigous US, I also got a direct flight to Missoula, saving me from a horrid ride on a Greyhound Bus. I still lost my busfare, but who cares. Flying beats busing any day of the week.

So how was the trip? Pretty drunken. And high. It was pretty much like old times with the high school crew, except that some of them have actual jobs now with responsibilities. Some work for the government, others for the school... its wierd to watch everyone grow up. Soon someone will get married, and then its all over. We will have officialy moved on to the next phase of life- good ole family raisin'.

Getting some snow was lots of fun. And getting thrown back into the old social hierarchy is great, expecially because I am the big CA man now and have lots of crazy ideas and thoughts to share. It was actually depressing coming back to CA and seeing my apartment in shambles (Jake was left alone for a week or so... bad idea) and the same old problems staring me in the face (bills and Gnostic Labs). I am still partially convinced that the solution to my problems could be to become a hippie and just bum around the nation for a while. Why the hell am I in such a rush? I should just chill the fuck out, and make a video about being a fucking stoned hippie that does nothing. If I am smart, I could even get welfare and unemployment checks from uncle sam to finance the trip.

I would really need a good video camera though, that would kick ass. I see that they have digital cameras that save to DVDs for around 500 bucks. That is getting into range, expecially if I can make some money at the Bacarra bar. Oh shit, Bacara. That is another can of worms right there.

So the Bacara tells you, first thing, that you have to work weekends and holidays, period. So what do I do my first holiday? Why I buy a ticket to go home of course. This pisses of people in the bar who then have to work while the new guy gets off, so my social status in the bar group is dropping like a rock. Perhaps the manager will still give me a shot, at least I still have a bank and a key. If it all goes to hell, maybe I can take the 200$ bank and run to mexico.

Yon's cabin was plush, right on the water on Flathead lake. Its about three stories and fully furnished with a pool table and plenty of beds. God damn, and the snow was falling non-stop since we pulled in. It was fucking great. It was cold too, which was cool because I hadn't felt that cold for a while.

Boarding was awesome as well, because of all the snow and the short lift lines. We also took copious breaks, making sure to load up on Irish Coffee (that is coffee + whiskey) so that we have some liquid courage. It made for much better riding.

So yea, here I am. Somewhat depressed at the fact that I am again out here in CA without my good old pals. I never have fully recovered from losing my entire social circle, and I fucked myself over once again when I cut myself off from my friends to work on the game and live in Goleta. When I look over all that I have traded for this game company.... it pisses me off. And shows that I need to make those sacrifices worth something.

But after this game, fuck it. I am becoming a hippie.

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