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bil had a crazy plan that involved getting up a 7:20 am. That's earlier than I get up
on a business day. But in my drunken stupor the evening before I decided to trust him and I
was not disappointed. We hit the hot tub, dressed, and headed into Collingwood for an
insanely large and tasty diner breakfast. Bill R, the machine, somehow managed to
clean his plate, bil and I paled in comparison.
Next, we suit up and headed for the hill. The real skiers hit the blacks that opened up
for the daylight and I spent the day on the bunny hill again. Slowly getting better
but also injuring myself along the way. I was still smiling.
That night we headed into town for 6 or 7 pounds of wings and cool pitchers of beer at a local
bar called Moguls. The place was great. We left just before the local band started
up and ruined it for us. Back at the resort we returned to Jozo's for more heavy, practically
free drinking and Popjoy.
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