Today marks the beginning of the most shamefully self-centered thought period of the year for some of us (you know who you are). The sheer number of hours spent contemplating the actual vs claimed stiffness of boots, or the emotional battle over adding a 108 vs a 112 is disgusting. Seriously, it's fucking gross and decadent and existentially pointless and ethically depressing. The collection of neurons that run this organ stack sincerely apologize for the hedonistic dreaming and morally questionable spending. But the subconscious collection, well, they are ready to PARTY...who wants to meet up and ski pow??