ASPEN "please God let my car start" part IV contOK what is wrong with this picture. I just get hired by the SkiCo. I go out to the bar to have a celebratory beer. Egor here tries to sell me coke right away. And I don't know this guy from Adam (sorry adam figure of speech). Alarms were going off in my head.
narc narc narc narc narc narc narc
Is this how SkiCo discovers who the druggies are when they first hire them? I had no idea. So I politely refused Egor's offer, and quietly drank my beer. And to be honest I didn't think to much about blow. I felt it was a waste of money, and the effect it has on the male sex organ certainly made me not want to use it.
Then I could not believe what happened next. In fact it just floored me how relaxed people were about it. This girl walks up to the bar. Puts $100 down on the bar. Egor takes out a small white packet from his pocket, then flips it to her, while scooping up the money in the same motion. And if you didn't pay attention you would have missed it.
So now the bar turned into a "New Hire" happy hour. Locals talked about how well the HS football team was doing. I just kept a low profile and sucked in as much info as possible. Made some friends, and got invited to a few parties over the weekend. And got a line on a construction job at the Airport Business Center (ABC)until the mtn opened. Then I made my way into town to locate the "Inverness Inn" to rent a room for the month before I could move into my apt. The thought of a warm room with comfortable bed was very appealing to me. Besides I don't know what hunting exploits Bayou Boy had in store for tonight.
Finding the place was easy. Just off of Durrant ave, and 1 block down of the Lift 1A base. Nice looking building. And it had a hot tub. However, the hot tub was closed until Nov 1st. Bummer
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So I went inside and spoke to Liz the day manager. Very attractive redhead. And I do mean very attractive. A 12 on a scale of 1-10. So I thought I would put the TJ charm machine in motion. And my charm machine was quickly shot down when 2 minutes into my charm machine Liz's boyfriend walked in. And he immediately did every type of body language he could to show that "Hey man I've been waiting a long time for my turn with her. And I'm not done trying yet".
So I kept the conversation to what kind of room was available. Liz informed me that there was two types rooms available for the 30 day renters. A room with 2 double beds for $400 a month, or a room with a King bed for $450 a month. I was definitely in sticker shock. It was the mid 80's and $200 a month for an apt back home was considered high. Liz excused boyfriend telling him she had to show me the rooms. As soon as boyfriend left the conversation with Liz changed really quickly.
Liz: Sorry about my BF. He's way to possessive. I've been trying to figure out how to break up with him for a month now.SCCCHHHIIIIITTTT. Poor guy lost his turn and doesn't even know it. And I had a feeling that Liz thought I might have on my Dr Ruth mask on for deep therapy, otherwise known as [glow=red,2,300]"WILD MONKEY LOVING"[/glow].
me: That's OK. No need to explain to me. Is cable included, and is there any utility costs involved?
Liz: He just smothers me. Wants to know who I'm with, where I'm going. I bet that as soon as you leave he calls me asking about you.SCHIT SCHIT SCHIT. I'm going to get the entire sob story. Now normally a guy would capitalize on this situation. He would immediately get in line very fast in case it was his turn, while feeling for that "Emergency condom" located in the small pocket of his Levi's. But I was new in town and the last thing I needed was a ex-boyfriend pissed off at me. So I just listened, and whenever Liz dropped some hints to me I quickly changed the subject. Then Liz invited me to one of the same parties on Saturday I was invited to already. I said yes I would go. Next thing I know Liz is giving me the King room for $325. It even had a small fridge. She gave me my room key. Then I drove back up to Weller to pack my tent up and move into town.
The camp ground was empty. A US forest ranger was there. He informed me that they were closing the campground early because the snow level was dropping earlier than expected. I talked to him for a good while. He asked me about Bayou boy, and we got a good laugh about of his race with the mule deer. Then he told me about .10 drinks at the Tippler until 10pm tonight. All the locals hit it in the off season.
I just had one thought. Does anybody in Aspen ever stay sober?
Well the park ranger left. I had finished packing all my stuff into my car. Said good bye to the camp site, and took the winding road back into town. Now when I got to the Inverness Inn Liz wasn't working. Only the night lady was on duty. She kinda looked like Bette Midler in that "Hocus Pocus" movie. Wort and all. She asked what I was doing. I told her that I was moving my stuff into my room I rented. Then she got alittle pissy with me.
Witch: What room are you taking?
Me: Room 22. I rented it 3hrs ago from Liz. Your manager.
Witch: Well she didn't tell me. I have to talk to her before you can move in.
Me: Look here is my receipt. Lease contract, and my Key.
Witch: They could be phony's. We get that here. I must call Liz first.
Me: Fine. Call Liz. But I'm moving my stuff up stairs to my ROOM that I paid for.
Witch: No sir you will not. Don't make me call the police.
Me: Fine call the police. And while you are at it tell me who the owner of this place is? Because when you call Liz I'm going to tell her how rude you are and then speak to the owner and pass along the same info. Now I'm moving in.Ya know what. She called the police. They came and made me sit in the lobby until she got ahold of Liz. Luckily Liz was over at the main office at the Saint Moritz hostel when she called. And I could tell by the look on Witch's face that Liz was not very happy with her when she handed me the phone. In fact Witch was looking rather green. The police left as I was talking to Liz. And in a way I should thank Witch for being, well a Witch. Liz took another $50 off of my rental, and gave me a key to the laundry room and kitchen. So thank you WitchyWoman that I never saw at the hotel the rest of the time I was there.
So I took care of priorities when moving my stuff in. Stereo got hooked up first. I wanted to blast some Van Halen, but I figured best not to push it since the police were here once already this evening.
Time just whizzed by in the room, while putting my stuff away. Luckily I looked at the time and it was 9:15PM. Himmmmm .10drinks from 9-10 at the Tippler. Ya I gotta go. So I showered, dressed and drove what ended up to be only 3 blocks down to the Tippler bar. I felt like an idiot when I asked some people coming out of the "home plate" restaurant where the Tippler bar was. I got the rookie look big time.
At this point it was 9:45 and only 15 minutes left of the cheap booze. I could drive the two blocks back to the Inverness and miss the cheap drinks, or find a place to park and hammer drinks as fast as I could. I found a parking spot. Actually a great one. Right in front of the Tippler. Later this would become my downfall.
So I go inside. Check my coat. Got my ID checked by the skinny midget doorman named "Jerry" and went inside. Place was jumping. 70 and 80's dance music going. Ski porn being shown on this big screen above a sitting area next to the bathrooms. Pretty nice place actually. Had a nice dance floor and dark corners to have fun in as well.
So I quickly find a seat at the bar and promptly ordered 10 vodka's on rocks with lime. That's when I became friends with Scotty the bartender. (*Note* there are two Scotts in my story. There is Scotty the bartender, and Scott the ski instructor)
Scotty: Rookie huh.
Me: What? ( I yelled because the music was very loud)
Scotty: ROOKIE, you know new guy in town.
Me: Ya. Sorry about that.
Scotty: You can't order 10 drinks at once here at the bar. You can only order two at a time. But if you drink them fast and tip me well I will make two more as soon as I see nothing but ice in your class.
Scotty was making me two more drinks as he was talking to me. By the time he said "ice" both glass's were empty. I then laid $1 to the side to pay for the 10 drinks, and another $6 next to it for a tip. For the rest of my time there I never waited to get a drink at the Tippler. Infact I drank for free mostly because I always gave Scotty a very good tip up front. So remember when you ski bum it somewhere to always tip local bartenders very well. And those local bartenders will take very good care of you. And will give good reports about you to the local women. Guys cheap dirtbags never get laid. Always tip like it is a religion when at the bars.
Well the night wore on. I was a dancing fool from the very good high altitude buzz I had going. This one legged very hot blonde girl and I were having a grand old time of things. Then I saw Liz enter the bar. And she was there alone, with no boyfriend in tow by the looks of things.
I hate times like this. You got things working good with one girl and in walks another girl that has tossed good vibes to you as well. How in the hell do you handle this coolly without looking like a jerk? If anybody knows please tell me
So blonde girl (I still cannot remember her name), and I were sitting at one of these tall round tables next to the dance floor. Liz sees me and waves high and I wave high back. Blonde girl gets pissed off. Then goes off on this story about how Liz stole her last boyfriend. So right then and there I knew my night was over with blonde girl. Instead of having fun with me, she was now fixated on Liz. Then Liz's boyfriend showed up. Oh nuts. Either one of two things is going to happen now.
1. Drunk cat fight over boyfriend.
2. I'm used as the "Lets make old boyfriend jealous with new guy in town boy toy".Option two happened. And it got old very quickly. And I informed Liz that I didn't appreciate it. Then I excused myself to the bathroom. Gave a wink to Liz that I was sorry this happened her, and made the "exit stage right" move to collect my thoughts.
When I came out of the bathroom Blonde girl was going at it with Liz's old boyfriend. By going at it. I mean seeing how far they can put each others tongue down each others throat before someone yells out the obvious call. "Why don't you two get a fukking room" Noooo schit Sherlock was echoing in the back of my brain.
So I immediately looked for Liz. She was no where to be found. I just figured she had finally found the way to breakup with the boyfriend. Certainly she did by the way her ex was going at it with the little blonde girl I was with. Hmmmmmmm maybe my turn will come soon.
So the place was still jumping, and it was just after midnight. I thought I would go out to my car and smoke a bowl of chronic. When I get done, I'll just go back inside. That was my plan at any rate. WRONG!!!!!
Now when I left home on this trip my younger brother gave me some good sized buds from his homegrown patch back in the woods. Pretty good stuff actually. Lot's of red hairs in them. Anywho I packed a bowl and started to spark it up.
BAM BAM BAM. POLICE. FREEZE!!!!!!Fuuuuuuuuuccccckkkk. First night out partying in Aspen and I get caught smoking weed by the local fuzz.
Cop1: Sir step out of the car with your hands in plain site.
Me: Yes sir. No problem. My wallet and ID are in my left rear jeans pocket.So they patted me down. Took my pipe, and weed. Then we started talking about the best ways to grow pot. Now I know you are thinking WTF.
Cop2: Man nice looking buds. Where did you get this?
Me: I don't know. Picked up along the road coming here.
Cop2: Hey relax. We aren't going to bust you. Infact I have halves forsale at $60 if you are interested
Aspen. Go figure End of Part IV