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DECEMBER 11: WINTER WONDERLAND Speaking of winter, I recently got a real taste of it up in the Lake Tahoe region a few weeks ago for the bizatchelor party of our favorite red-headed brother, Nate, "Smitty" Smith. In full force were a) a sizable Wall, b) a squirrelly Glenn, c) a hobbling Reed and d) the starting line of Amherst's 1994 football team. Glenn and myself actually caught what is sometimes referred to simultaneously as "Freshies" and "Pow-pow" in the local parlance. We woke up after getting a solid 2 hours of sleep and opted out of the early morning booze binge breakfast and nostalgic Amherst/Williams homecoming game via digital satellite—all so we could get our early season swerve on at Alpine Meadows. Needlesstosay, a half day on the slopes turned into a full day as we carved up the slopes, careful to avoid rocks and other early season nasties. Meanwhile the boys, back at the ranch, were drinking themselves into a stupor. At around 4:00, they got a head-start on the night's festivities (with the help of a hastily recruited designated driver) and made their way to Reno, Nevada, which, in this season, is quite simply an Arctic version of Vegas. "Meet us at The Gentleman's Club" I remember them yelling at me from the static of my cell phone at the top of Alpine. No sooner had we made the one and a half hour drive to Reno and were pulling into the parking lot of The Gentleman's Club, when we noticed a sizable group of men stumbling out of the establishment. Apparently it was over and all quite amusing, by the frenzy with which the guys clammored to tell one story or another. So, for the sake of
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