Just got a call from an old friend that lives right in town at the bottom of Main in PC, near Butcher's Chop House. Roomie really (lived there about 1yr & 1/2).
"Speak"....
"****** Antoine....can't believe you picked up....I knew you weren't dead."
"Joel my man! how's it? How's Crash, Gela, them slippery South Cackalacky squidbillies... Doug? Everyone still there?"
"Yeah...time warp. ..Good bro...what's up with you...are you coming up this winter to tear your knee up again? Hope so that way you're stuck in the kitchen cooking all day!"
"Hahaha hey Joel....remember where we were about this time 10 years ago?"
"Yeah...we were heading home slowly from the first 'annual' Jackson Hole Music Festival....cuz you're *** wanted to fish the Green and every hole in the Uintas. Been fishing lately?"
"Not much lately for fish my brother...more for smiles."
"Imposter! You ain't Antoine!.... wait..... WHAT the HELL'S got into you?"
"Awe nothing just caught two bugs....love and nostalgia"
"Classic ****... unclassic Antoine....come up in December and tell me about it"
Colby and I are already planning to!
Remembering the great times with my Park City friends.....hahaha bootlegging kegs from WY, getting stuck on the slopes in the Range Rover....sleeping in a uninsulated garage on a 20° night cuz the squidbillies were being obnoxious....getting that dreaded call from Jenna telling me that one of my closest boys died....tearing the knee up first day out in 2009 being an idiot! Riding bikes down the slalom course at Deer Valley... faceplanting into a ditch at the bottom...still got that scar! seeing the Gypsies Kings from 20 feet away. Midnight boules...smashing all of you on the pool tables Everytime!!!!! Hahaha good times!