Just got an invitation to Chill’s 10th Anniversary Pizza Party at the US Open of Snowboarding and it reminded us how much late-night at Stratton Mountain sucks.
After standing around The Grizzly one night yelling into the ear of the Right Coast’s most skilled advertising peddler and listening to a New York City magazine editor tell people how much money they’ll make from “just one mention in my mag” (all with painfully loud dj shrapnel blasting) there’s nothing we wanted more than a quiet late night snack. Guess what? Not a lick of food anywhere.
On the way back to our room we noticed a stack of pizza boxes flowing out of a trash can and couldn’t help but check. . . yep. Three pieces of cheese pizza. Thanks, Chill. You changed our lives.
