I live near a ski town that I’ve frequented since I was little. Many of my friends have cabins there. As we got older, we began using these cabins for cheap escapes since most of us had just started working and had little to no money. Free accommodations always made the trip better.
When I was 23, one of my buddies invited me up to a mutual friend’s cabin for his birthday. The first day was just guys and it was pretty fun. The family had asked if we could chop a tree down and we obliged. What we didn’t know was that the fucking tree was like 100′ tall. Took us like 12 hours, 140 beers, lunch and dinner, and god knows how many cigs and ounces of weed. But by the days end we were hammered, sore, and tired.
The guy with the cabin, call him Marco, is a chef. We woke up to a wonderful breakfast, all this with his birthday being the following day. Apparently, we’d saved the family quite a bit of money by chopping the tree down. Then he announced that 8 girls would be joining us in the day and staying the night in the cabin with us. This was a sweet deal since most of the bedrooms were occupied by us already.