Funny Hats

It has been a long, eventful, and interesting weekend.  I have continued my policy of, when being presented with two choices (left or right, to do or not to do), I always choice the option that, even if its the wrong choice, will at least bring me perfect clarity regarding which one I should have taken.

The highlight of the weekend was skiing.  I bought a silly hat, because my tiger hat is kind of broken.  This new hat was made for skiing, and it consists of hundreds of black and yellow dreadlock-like cloth ribbons that hang down to my waste.  I became somewhat of  a spectacle because I made a habit of skiing backwards to the cliff edge and then bombing the run with a friend, my fake dreads flying in the wind.  It was awesome.

Sadly, my silly hat did not bring me into the arms of a cute girl.  I will wear it again tomorrow.


Everything about the East Coast seems amazing.  Every turn I make on the roads makes me wish I had my WRX here to tear them up.  Every bridge I take makes me wish I had my sportbike to ride on.  Every familiar face I see makes me wish I never left.

In a strange way, it seems like I left very recently.  Despite all thats changed certain things have stayed very much the same.  Can I rekindle old connections?  Maybe.  Either way I'm going to have to make lots of new ones.