Just got back from an awesome trip to Mont Tremblant in Canada, full of snowboarding, drinknig, eucher, and stories... and did I mention drinking? I swear, if you took the livers of any given ski team memeber, it would look like James Bonds'. Don't get me started on the other shit they do, but at least I did get one of the guys to teach me how to make my own drinks and told me some stuff that could be useful. I'm too tired to do anything now, but expect a full story of the trip tomorrow. Oh, and canadian bars where everyone speak french are fucking confusing, for the record, not to mention they charge you out the ass for drinks that are cheap.