Where The Beer Flows Like Wine

I'm headed up to a little town called Assspen today.  A place where the beer flows like wine and beautiful women instinctively flock like the salmon of Capistrano.  I plan on cutting the freshie pow pow and taking full advantage of the apres ski culture (of course).  Speaking of the pow pow (powder), it is reportedly epic right now.

But shredding the gnar aside, these insane snowfall levels also mean something else for me: BOOTS.  And since I have a boot and jacket shopping problem, I could not be more excited to finally have a place to showcase my (inappropriate everywhere else) winter wardrobe.  If I didn't already have a plethora of #coats and boots and the whole kit and kaboodle AND if I was going to start shopping with less than an hour before my departure, this is what I would hope to buy:

Stay warm wherever you are and have a good weekend.  I will being trying not to get my tongue stuck to the chairlift pole.


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