Tuesday, November 24, 2009

60th Anniversary!!

Molly and I have made it a tradition each year, back from when we even first started dating, to watching the highly anticipated Warren Miller films that are "the official start to winter". This one, Dynasty, was Warrens 60th and was just like the others: It was GREAT, had lots of powder in it, showed highlights from all over the globe, it had its comedic flare and made me want to set aside some money for a heli trip to the Chugach mountain range in Alaska...soon enough...anyone want to come with me? What it didn't have: Warren as the narrator...he was way better than Mr. Mosely. An awesome segment about the skiing/snowboarding in Utah (which they usually do)...maybe next year.

One of the best parts about this year was that we (because of scheduling conflicts) missed the showings that they were doing in Berkeley and had to run into SF to see it in the Castro. I had no idea that this theater was so amazing. I definitely recommend heading there to see something because of this guy....

We didn't get the camera out fast enough but this old dude sits above this huge organ and it's elevated over the stage and he just plays random stuff as people enter the theater. Before the show started he cranked the thing way up and I'm not gonna lie...I was pumped up by the little organ man. Molly got this shot right before he almost sunk completely into the stage.

Our host, Steven Baker.

Stanford's Big Upset

A while back I was organizing an activity for my school to play a flag football tournament and to get everybody pumped up I used some of my left over budget to buy some tickets to the Stanford vs Oregon game. I can't say I'm a huge fan of either team but we were cheering the Cardinal because they were the underdog and I like watching Oregon lose. We got so into it that we ended up rushing the field because like they say...When in Rome...

Cars daddy was able to meet us there and then we went out to eat with the Orme's after the game. This was right after they won...so our rushing of the field was a delayed rush but it was still fun.

I don't have words to explain the drum major of the Stanford band. He was really sweaty.

We got right up next to the band and the crazy guy as the players were walking off the field. He almost hit me in the head with his baton.