5 cups and a beer

I had a flashback when Z-man, the rapper on stage, asked the crowd to raise their drinks in the air, “5 cups and a beer Tahoe? That’s all? You better represent your city harder than that, I thought this was a party town.” I felt sad for Tahoe because my old roommate Santos and I would have had that many drinks in the air by ourselves back in the day.  I look around Whiskey Dick’s, a great local dive bar in South Lake Tahoe that has live music, and see a bunch of wanna be pro snowboarders standing around watching the eight girls in the bar dance together. “I guess the girls come to dance with girls in this place,” Z-Man says condescendingly.  The lady looks over and says “I wouldn’t date anyone of these grungy mountain rednecks and would probably like girls also if I lived in this town.”  With a six to one guy to girl ratio in the town, I’d figure some of the wallflowers would shower and hit on the girls but I guess they like being the too cool for school and ignoring the hot girls grinding on the dance floor.  It’s nice to be back in South Lake Tahoe enjoying massive amounts of snow.  I took The Lady out snowboarding at Heavenly Ski Resort and she is moving around like my ninety-three year old grandma today.  She did great for her first time, but snowboarding is a rough sport and everyone takes a beating learning to ride the rail.  We are at my sister house in Stateline, NV and it is New Years.  We had a dinner party last night consisting of carne asada, chile relleno’s, crab ceviche, black fly dip (my aunt’s recipe), and all the other side’s that go with a wonderful Mexican feast.  Some new friends brought an aged bottle of 1942 Don Julio Tequila and that got the party started right.  The Lady is learning to drink at altitude and I didn’t follow my own advice and had too many margaritas’ but today is New Years Eve and I will power through the pain knowing that pros play hurt.   Today we are ending 2010 by going over to my sister’s old house, which the Tequila couple bought, and dig out their fire pit from 8 feet of snow, have sake & 1942, then go sledding head first down a homemade course while we wait for pizza’s to be delivered from Chicago.  How they are getting from Chicago to Tahoe is beyond me but Tequila Couple keep saying they are the best pizza’s ever made, so I’m drooling with anticipation because I love pizza and the thought of eating the best pizza ever made to end 2010 warms me up in the 12 degree weather.  Happy New Year Y’all.