Sunday, January 6, 2008

Vermont Part 4: Redundant?

Up the road from our cabin was Someday farms. We got a goose there and cooked it for NYE dinner. We also picked our celery from the ground and got Scout, the farmer, to give us an educational tour. It ain't easy hippies!



Judi schlepped the goose back to the house on a sled.

That didn't last too long.

This is what happens when you give a cat some goose.


Strap em in



Is this getting redundant?

Fuck it.

Vermont Part 3: Centaurs and Cows

We went for a walk in the woods. We found no Centaurs but I drank water straight from the spring.




We found these severed deer legs. T'was puzzling.


We walked to a farm close to Scott's house. It wasn't like a petting zoo, it was just a regular farm. The farmers don't care who walks around cuz in Vermilly that's how they roll.




This one's Lick'rish

And...Snowy?

Speaking of snow, it really came down.



Friday, January 4, 2008

Vermont Part 2: Dads and Sleds

Look at these tools!

We call Scott's dad Papa Geo. He was in full effect.

"Oh look, it's Ruldolph the Red Nosed Crack Whores!"-Papa Geo

He got Andy so wasted that this happened at about 7pm

Right in our backyard we had a really steep hill. This is us, contemplating the abyss...



Things were starting to get a little bit wacky



After ultimate sledding, we proceeded to jam a session like no other. I don't have pictures because I was too busy being awesome at playing the fucking bongos!! This is Simon, my best friend.

Thursday, January 3, 2008

Vermont Part 1: Fireplace Bar and Pajama Showdown

For New Years n such, we went to Vermont. We stayed in a little cabin in the Equinox Mountains. First, we went to a little bar where they played bluegrass. We saw a fat dude who kinda looked like Matt Sweeney, so we called him Fat Sweeney.



The boys got drunk while the girls got silly. Well actually, everyone got drunk except me. And everyone got silly.




When we got to the cabin we had a "who has the best pj's?" contest.





Who won? Everyone. When we woke up we found this guy in bed with us...

His name is Puddle. No, Storm. No, Smokey. Answer: all of the above.

The black kitty we named Brimley because we thought he looked like Wilford Brimley. This was the view from our pillow:

Surprises, little.

Good meow meow!