A week or two ago, I was with some friends just coming back late from a great concert in Salt Lake. The snow had started to fall on the drive home.. and kept getting worse and worse. Ridiculous weather gets me all excited, so when we get to Utah County, and I see snow covering all the road signs? Whoa, I was giddy. My carpool arrived home and we separated. (Me and 3 ladies.. I know, it was awesome) I drove home.. through the blizzard, and made my mind up.

Me: "Self, what to make of all this snow?.. 'Twill be gone come tomorrow, no?"
Self: "That's right, Cool Rich.. you must seize the oppurtunity"
Me: "But, its so late!"
Self: "Find strength in the snowy, old pal"

-I suited up and grabbed my trusty snowboard.


Off I went. Like the first man on the moon.. snowpants swishing all the way.
I walked to this hill, about a block from my house. Its a great sled place. The air was all quiet and the snow was still a-coming down. SO FUN
I rode my snowboard down the hill for a good hour or so. I made a line, and even a little jump over the rocks. It was maybe the best thing ever.

Somewhere about 2:25am, I was soggy and tired. But as I walked back- don't forget this neighbor.. 6 year drought in Utah? Sure.. think I'll water my lawn AFTER IT SNOWS FIVE FREAKING INCHES. -you saw it here first, folks.
Two days later, it was 70 degress again, and the luscious grassy knoll bore no record of our grand fun just nights before. Maybe it... was.. all... a dream.. (bom bom BOMM!)