The 10 or so of you that read the "To Ride or Rent" post will remember that a while back I was struggling over the decision whether or not to take my fiancee to see Rent (of which I already had tickets and had promised to take her) or hit up an out-of-the-blue mancation with a buddy. Well, fresh powder and waxed snowboards won over the combined 15 years of the Rent casts's jazz-tap experience and I headed west to Colorado. I told her I had an "ok time" but that's total bull because I had an awesome time. Ditching your future wife for beer and boards is totally cool. A couple of nights on the couch will never erase the memory of attempting that backside indie 360 off that sick drop. No, the concussion and cold 90 Shilling more than took care of that. Quick plug; Midwest Airlines is literally the only way to fly. If you're a fan of Southwest all I can say to you is that they don't fly from Wisco so I would have no idea what you're talking about. Consider this; do they have chocolate chip cookies? No. They don't. And you get two of them. And they had milk. 1%.
If anybody's got a tip on how to make sleeping on a couch seem like you're only doing doing it because you want to, I'd love to hear it. C'mon guys, don't act like you've never woken up with the zipper from the cushion tattoo'd into your face. I had a roommate once who didn't even own a bed, just a couch. It wasn't even his couch. I don't even think it was a futon or a hideaway. Chicks really didn't dig him though. Probably because he smelled like the couch. How do you bring home a girl to a couch?