After an exhasuting day on the Colorado slopes (oh, all right, so I never as much as climbed more than a staircase. What's your point?), Derek, Moxie & Lucas, Rogelio & Bill, Corrine and meese headed into Winter Park's proper township for dinner at Hernando's, a wildly popular pizza joint. I have to say, the food there rivaled the cuisine at Grimaldi's, the heralded pie haven in Brooklyn. And the company? Shit. Can't top it, even with extra garlic.
After dinner, we convened in Ro and Bill's hotel room (sans Derek and Lukie), where the stories rolled like blazing tires down the highway of love... We laughed, we cried, we made fun of each other, we remembered the best of times some 15 fucking years ago... and best of all, we created brand new memories. That's the sign, cool cats, of those few that you can count on as life-long friends. This is it. Right here. For all our might, trying to take the ultimate group picture, we were reduced to peals of laughter... Take one... oops, too low...
Take two... OOPS... we lost it...
Recovery...
And finally... click! Sweet (though the giggle-pic is my favorite of the entire weekend).
After dinner, we convened in Ro and Bill's hotel room (sans Derek and Lukie), where the stories rolled like blazing tires down the highway of love... We laughed, we cried, we made fun of each other, we remembered the best of times some 15 fucking years ago... and best of all, we created brand new memories. That's the sign, cool cats, of those few that you can count on as life-long friends. This is it. Right here. For all our might, trying to take the ultimate group picture, we were reduced to peals of laughter... Take one... oops, too low...
Take two... OOPS... we lost it...
Recovery...
And finally... click! Sweet (though the giggle-pic is my favorite of the entire weekend).
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