So, after the Icey party at Fever last night, Max and I hopped on MARTA and headed to the airport. The plan was to take the limo to the airport, but thanks to me, we had to go back to my apartment to grab the overcoat that I left at Jack Rabbit Lounge (thanks for ripping it out of the mexican's hands and bringing it to me, Corey!) Max wasn't exactly thrilled at my decision to ditch the limo and opt for public transportation, but breakfast at Wendy's made him forget about it. He's easily distracted by bacon. Figuring out MARTA's new Breeze Pass actually took us longer than the trip on the train. What was wrong with subway tokens? And when did Atlanta switch over? The damn vending machines take a fucking genius (or maybe simply sobriety) to figure out when it's cold and the hobos are eyeballing your laptop bag.

Anyway, we took the redeye to Salt Lake City during which we only woke up long enough to scarf down the sesame seed cardboard plank with a rather strange cheese-flavored spread and shortbread cookie that the airline was generous enough to supply for us. The shrink-wrapped "refreshment" had a plastic knife in it so I kept an eye on the other passengers to make sure there were no terrorist antics on my watch. My conditioner is apparantly a bomb-making apparatus, but handing out 280 shanks to grumpy passengers at 8am is quite alright. Thanks FAA! If my hair looks like a poorly colored poop-bomb in the morning, I'm going to send a nasty email to the Department of Homeland Security. Anyone know their MySpace URL? I'd rather leave a scolding comment on the DHS's profile.

After signing a promise not to smoke in the SUV, we were given a clean rental car which the snow and salt quickly covered so we would blend in with the locals. (What is the smoking issue here? Did Brigham Young die of lung cancer or something? I know, I know, it smells bad and will probably kill me but you should all be thanking RJ Reynolds for removing the long-haired pain in your ass 10 years ahead of schedule.) We drove up to Park City and rushed to Nick's condo (my NEW favorite Texan) so we could plug in our laptops and nerd out all day with design work for some upcoming suprises we have planned. In the spirit of January in the Rockies, however, we did take a couple breaks for brief forays out in to the snow and ice to try to acclimate a little.

So after 12 hours or so in the mountains, I'd like to share a few things that I've learned...

1. It's fucking cold.

2. "Snow" is really just ICE that falls from the sky and turns you in to a shivering, wet tourist. It's nice to look at, but my first attempt at starting an avalanche at the ski lodge across the "street" almost caused me to lose my fingers due to frostbite. Take my word for it, Florida and Georgia friends... It's much more interesting to watch on TV.

3. Rex Grossman sucks.

4. Max and I can't stay cooped up another day without getting out and drinking.

So, for my 4 MySpace friends that live in Park City, I need you to hit me up and tell me where the best spots are going to be for the next couple of nights. Max and I spent all day at the dining room table calling each other every variation of "homo" that we could come up with and we have got to get the hell out of here! We'd appreciate the heads up.

Next up? Hitting the slopes, breaking my fool leg and then bar hopping (literaly). Luckily, this condo is wheelchair accessible.

Stay slushy, Park City!