Shit son. I’m in Brisneyland and I’ve just been dropped off by one best mate to another best mate’s house. Danni Tully greets me with a big hug when she gets home, and I meet her rad new boyfriend Alex. For the second time, I’d previously met him under the name Stixie and had been wondering why Alex looked so much like him in the pictures on FB. (Face Book for all you oldies squinting through binoculars at your PC screen)
I’m excited now because its only a few days out from flying into Queenstown and even better is the fact that Snowbiz in Brisbane is calling to me like Ron Burgendy to his news team.
The old cracked goggles at the bottom of my suitcase get a shiny new friend all housed up in a box the next day. Anon Figment goggles with a sick mirror lense. Im now even more pumped up to go to NZ. Bert the big man I'm travelling with gets the freshest pair of Electric goggles with Redfire lenses I've ever seen, but only his big frame could pull off something so gnarly.
A few days later and its the day before we leave. Rachy and Ben fly into Brisbane to meet us before the flight out. We take Ben to Snowbiz and he checks out bindings and boots for his sexual little board. Fluro orange is the call for the bindings, and they look mint along with his black boots. The last night sleeping is restless, but its over now and seems like nothing compared to the flight to NZ.
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