Breckenridge Buffoonery

Yo the bass is in the place, sure 'nuff shrugged your face
Like R. Kelly gettin sprayed with a can of mace…

This past weekend saw a guys’ trip to Breckenridge, Colorado for some skiing, trash talking, and beer. Lots of beers. No really, lots of beer. Super mas beer power, you understand!? Former Slushy Gutter winner Pickles coordinated the trip, along with two-time Slushy Gutter winner TDub, two time Slushy Gutter winner JBiz, and current Slushy Gutter holder Jeez Steve.

The highlights of the weekend included Rip biffing it into some trees, slamming hooch at The Dive Bar when it smelled like vomit, gorging ourselves at Downtairs At Erics, pouring beers down passed out people’s throat, burning your hand because you left your ski boots next to the heater all night, seeing Jay Cutler at Cecilias, trying to get Jedi Mind Tricked by a drunk bartender into buying $9 beers, threaten to push a skier with an ugly Huskers coat off the mountain, going the wrong way on a one-way street, hearing an attractive lady enter The Gold Pan (the oldest continuously operating bar in the west) take a look around and say “it’s a sausage fest in here,” pounding chili at Kermits on the way home, stopping off for a “quick” seven pitchers at the Rock Rest Lounge, not being able to walk on the snowy streets without falling, wearing your vest with nothing else under it at Salt Creek Saloon, $8.50 tall boys on the mountain, watching ‘Beerfest’ and realizing it was mirroring your weekend, Face doing his best MC Hammer impersonation, downing smooooooooth CLs like it was water, and other assorted debauchery.

Slushy Gutter...indeed.