uhhhh…yeah. that line was heard while driving through Burlington, VT this past weekend in a rented mini-van with Quebec plates. other things to remember?
-”ohhhhhh…cock”
-tasmanian devil vomiting
-”qu’est ce que fuck? are you dead?”
-”south jersey, not north jersey”
the whole crew shut down the office and headed out east to chill for Jake’s Fall Bash.
we decided to travel via montreal so we could spend an evening chilling with the Quebec Burton crew. Andre and his crew showed us an amazing time with full VIP treatment.
the next day we headed out to BVT super late and drove by “Au Coq” which resulted in the “ohhhh…cock” catch phrase for the trip.
of course with a hungover driver and navigator mixed with french language roadsigns and the rental agency courtesy map, we got lost. ended up on some crazy quebec backroads where bryn proceeded to vomit profusely on the side of the road in the rain in his socks. for his troubles he earned the nickname of the tasmanian vomiter.
upon our arrival we took some peeps, including Dave and Marvin, two awesome guys from Blades in NYC, on a factory tour where i saw the soon to be mine X8 under construction. It’s hot! Also a little mystery project with a famous street artist (name starts with K and i’ve got his book on my mantle).
we then headed out to a little dinner party with some of the DSRs and got depressed cause two of the cats at Burton that i look up to for fashion were rocking the g-stars that i can’t seem to find in Van. the gathering then moved to the local drive-in where we got to stand around in a muddy field in rural VT drinking Budweiser and shooting off fireworks. we rounded out the night at Metronome where some crappy ass punk band was playing but it was still fun.
the next day started off with a noon wakeup call and a denny’s breakfast overload. we then hit up the factory store to load up on warm clothes. ended up discussing the impending implosion of sneaker culture with keir and greg dacyshyn before trekking out to stowe for the big party.
the party was fun. out of hand but what do you expect when 1000 people show up at your house to party. the funniest though was when Eric dragged us out to a house party afterwards that turned out to be a wedding afterparty from a bunch of people from jersey. the party featured a kung-fu fight, osama bin laden, a poor man puking while being berated by his girlfriend and a truck bed filled with ice and beer.
“oeuf mcmuffin – le une et seulement” – ooof.
