So I finally made it up to Lake Tahoe. Holy cow – I’ve forgotten what snow looks like.
I grew up in “rural New Jersey” and grew up with snow. It was a fact of life. I joined the Marines and lived in the South for four years, and then made my way to California. I also lived in Arizona. Snow is something I haven’t given much thought to. A friend of mine was going up to Lake Tahoe to gamble and told me about the night life up there – It’s “wild and crazy” and “lots of hot chicks so bring your camera”. Those are the magic words right there. We ended up in a bar called Cabo Wabo. It was cold and the drinks warmed us and all of the ladies there. An hour later I had two girls making out.
I love lesbians, even if it’s only for show.