Flatbush Zombies

Flatbush Zombies (Sevendaysvt)

I recently spent a weekend in Salt Lake City, Utah with a couple of my buddies.  The weekend started with a car ride to The Complex which is a building that they hold concerts in.  The featured band of the night was called Flatbush Zombies but they were accompanied with Skizzy Mars, McJenkins, and The Underachievers.  We showed up right in time and hopped in a line that was a bearable length.  After we got searched and gave them our tickets we were home free.  You could tell that not everyone was there yet because the venue wasn't packed at all.  We went straight into the crowd and started dancing around.

An Hour Later

After about an hour of dancing the venue was completely packed, there was mosh pits, people smoking, and performers jumping into the crowd.  Most of us got separated after a while and we were on our own.  The crowd was insane people were swaying back and forth, pushing each other, punching each other, and someone I knew even got knocked out because he fell in a mosh pit.  His head got trampled and he was taken out and most likely was driven to the hospital.  All of this happened before the main act came on!  Once we were all regrouped near the bathrooms we sat down and drank some water getting ready for the main performer.  You could tell that some people were going a little too hard because there was throw up all over the bathroom and people passed out in about every stall.

The more we waited the more people we knew and before we knew it we had twenty people we knew ready to go in together.  The crowd was getting a little sketch due to all of the mosh pits that were braking out and the amount of people getting hurt.  Not only that but I was shorter than the majority of the crowd so I couldn’t really see where I was in the venue.  Besides that I was still super stoked to go back in and have a good rest of my night!

Fifteen Minutes Later

Before we knew it we were in the middle of the action, the stage was right in front of us and the mosh pit right behind us.  After a couple of songs you could tell that the crowd was getting super rowdy.  The next song the artist told the crowd to form two mosh pits and the light shined where they wanted them to form.  The light was right on my friend and I, people started shoving and pushing and two second later a full out mosh was happening around us.  We both tried to get to the sides so we could still interact with the people in the mosh pit but not get the crap kicked out of us.  We then stayed there for the rest of the night and had a sweet time.  At the end of the night we were tired, stinky, and completely stoked we went!

A Memorable Night

A good representation of what it looked like (Norwoodnews)

In this post I would live to throw it back to when one of my close friends was here.  This friend is now gone for a while but we shared many good memories and unforgettable times.  When we put our minds together it was not a very good thing, I say that because we would come up with the most fun idea that could very well end us up in a heap of trouble with both of our parents.  These ideas usually consisted of sneaking out of our houses meeting up and driving around with our other friends going wherever we felt necessary at that moment.  But aside from the generalized story that I told you I would like to point out one memory that sticks out the most in my mind. 

It was around eight o’clock at night and we had just arrived at Main Street which was where we going to spend the majority of our night.  The plan was to go on a hike with our friends and our girlfriends.  That plan changed very quickly, I say this because right as we stepped out of the car we saw a group of men walking by.  Being the loud mouth that I am I started giving them some grief for the fun of it.  The men just shrugged of our comments and kept walking.  We didn’t think twice about it.  We both turned our backs to each other and continued on our way.  Or so we thought, about thirty seconds later we saw the men sprinting after us.  I told my friend to get my back because the men looked pretty pissed off.  The first guy came sprinting after me and tried to get me in a headlock.  I pushed him off of me and started yelling, “What are you doing? I am only fourteen years old!”  This didn’t stop him he got in my face and I got in his.  He swung while I was turned and hit me in the side of the face.  I barely felt it and started laughing at him that he was going to go to jail because my friend was already on the phone with them.  After that statement was made the men quickly started leaving.  Our group then followed them telling them what was about to happen to them.  They split up which led us to split up and I was now with the dude and a girl I know.  He started leaving so I grabbed him and pinned him against the window and waited till the cops arrived.  The cops questioned us and took the drunk adults away to the slammer.  The girls we were with were terrified and my mom was fuming but it sure was a good story to tell!

Mammoth Speed Camp

MammothMountain.Com Shows the Amazing Views

Although my real ski season has officially ended I recently took a little trip to Mammoth, California to ski with the best kids from the western region and send our selves of a jump to get better in the air for the event called Super-G.  We qualified to this camp by doing well at the Junior Olympics.  Most of us were from different states such as Montana, Alaska, Utah (where I live), and California.

My friend and I (shane) flew into Mammoth not know what to expect.  We have never actually met most of the kids at the camp so we didn’t really know what to think of it.  But once we arrived our friend from Nationals was waiting for us in our three story condo that we had to surprisingly three people.  The first day we got there we mostly just go settled in and hung out in our room with the new racers that we met.

We woke up at around seven thirty and took our time to get over and on the lift by eight thirty.  Although the snow was very thin the quality of it was completely fine and made for great training!  For you that don’t know what I’m training for, I am training for ski racing which is when you ski down a steep, icy pitch, and try to get down the fastest while also skiing around gates.  The days were short only about three hours of skiing, the first day all we did was terrain courses which consisted of snow piles that you pump over and try to remain as balanced as possible, and a phantom jump which simulates approaching a jump but leaves out the actual jumping process.  They made the phantom jump to act as a sort of profession the the bigger jump that we were going to hit in the upcoming days of skiing.  The first day after skiing we got undressed and went into our coaches office to watch some simple video for the day.  This only took about fifteen minutes then we were back chilling in the condos waiting for the hike we had to take three hours later.

Three Hours Later

Our fitness coach for the camp gathered us together at three o’clock and took us on a hike in the mountains to see the beautiful views.  On the way up the mountain we threw footballs around and kicked soccer balls around to pass the time.  Once we reached the summit we did some drills on the ladder and the rock wall that we were next to.  After we worked out for a little bit we played a couple games of sharks and minos and began to start to actually know each other.  We then started our way back down to the hotel where we were most likely going to spend the rest of the night eating and screwing with each other.

Bro Trip II

Shane Carlos and I (original)

My dad had just recently bought a place in the one and only Solana Beach, California and wanted me to come down to the beach with him and bring along a friend.  Since my other friend Shane already was going to Solana that weekend (to his house that I visited a couple months before and wrote about in my second blog post) I brought my other very close friend named Carlos.  We have known each other since sixth grade due to mutual friends and sports and have spent a lot of time together since then.  I asked him at the very last minute to come to California with me and to my surprise his parents allowed him to accompany me on “Bro” Trip number two!

Half of Park City, Utah seemed to be around our whereabouts when we were in Cali.  Shane, Livi, Cameron, Raeah, Lance, and Finn were all in about a 2 hour drive to us.  So maybe I exaggerated a little bit not half of Park City but six of our friends were near us.  This added some excitement to the trip because if we didn’t find any girls or friends that I met from the trip before we could hang out with some of the Park City kids that were also visiting Cali.  We hopped on the plane the next day and flew for about two hours and landed only about 15 minutes outside of Solana.

We then found ourselves fifteen minutes later right on the beach in a very cool condo and within walking distance of my other close friend.  Carlos and I immediately put our swim trunks on and went for a short swim in the ocean.  It was very refreshing to get back into the ocean after being away from it for so long.  Although it was revitalizing it tired both of us out so we walked over to the famous local burrito shop named Robertos.  To our surprise we found Shane there with his two younger sisters.  Although we were both planning on seeing each other there it was out of complete chance that we saw him at that time.  We then made plans with shane for the night and went back to the house to shower and go to they gym (which we never actually got around to).  The night ended up to be a bust and we just stayed at shames neighbors house and watched a movie bu the next day was going to be full of adventure.

We woke up around 8 o’clock that next morning and felt compelled to go jump into the ocean for a couple of hours.  Equipped with boogie boards and skim boards we marched down to the beach for some fun.  Carlos and I are both not very educated in the ocean area and we ended up floating out in a rip tide.  Being blind from what was happening for around an hour we realized we were very far out and couldn't get back in.  I knew some about this and starting swimming diagonally out of the rip tide which thankfully got me back onto shore.  Although I was back on the beach Carlos was stuck out there for another good half an hour and we got it all on film!!  This trip was short lived but filled with fun and adrenaline!

The "Bro" Trip

The "Bro" Trip

Solana Beach, California (original)

I have been friends with a kid that goes by the name of Shane for my whole life.  We spend basically every waking moment together whether it is hanging out with friends around town, or skiing on the slopes.  I see him every single day no matter what.  Well this year his amazing family decided to take me to their beach house with them.  Shane and I were so excited to finally take a trip together to beach.  We have traveled to countless ski resorts together but we finally were able to go surf and hang out with the famed California girls that he talked about so much!  The flight was only about two hours long so the day we got there we still had daylight to waste.  Once we arrived at his house we put our stuff in the room we were staying in and went over to his neighbors  house to say hello.  He has had the house since he was little so he is sort of considered a "local".  His neighbors house is stunning and kept us occupied for that day so we did not have the opportunity to do what we do best.  Which is either getting the girls numbers or of course getting into some type of trouble.

The next morning was a gorgeous one to say the least.  Most likely around 80 degrees and completely clear skies.  Which meant we had to get in that early morning surfing session.  Shane is a very good surfer where I am a complete amateur.  Although I used to spend a lot of time in California I was to young to start to surf.  Once we got a little fatigued we packed up and walked up the stairs that lead back to the road.

After we got cleaned up a little more we went down to Main street to try our luck and get some numbers.  There is a famous burrito shack named Roberto's in Solana Beach that every local knows about and is a very popular place for kids our age.  We saw a couple girls that we were interested in and decided to build up the courage to go and talk to them.  After a couple minutes of talking we got their numbers and told them we would call them that night.  This was the beginning of our long night.

It was still mid day and we needed to occupy ourselves until the night which was when we could hangout with these very good looking girls.  We had one of the local kids named Chris to call around and get us a ride to a beach called marine street, which is a beach break (waves break on the shore).  We decided to go there because the beach has very big waves and we would like to take pictures to post on social media.  This took up those hours and we had tons of fun while doing it.

45 minutes later

It was finally time to try our luck with these girls!  I gave them a call waiting for them to answer with anticipation.  A couple rings later we here a faint, "Hello?"  Not knowing who it was we explained who it was and when they met us and if they would want to come meet us at the stairs that lead down to the ocean on what do you know Ocean Street.  They agreed and told us they were going to get ready and meet us there in 15 minutes.

15 minutes later

They arrived right on time and told us what they wanted to do.  Didn't ask us but told us!  This took us by surprise but we did as they said and took them down to the beach to just talk (boring) and that was exactly what happened.  That was the end to the not so eventful night that we were so sure was going to be the night of a life time. 

Ocean Street (original)

The Construction Site

The Construction Site

Construction Site

Hi, my name is Ben.  I am a teenager from Park City, Utah.  I am going to be telling you the tales of my hectic weekends.  To start, most of my weekends throughout the winter consists of skiing with my team, or racing with my team around the United States.  Besides from that, the rest of my weekends are spent with friends doing, in some cases, ignorant, foolish, fun, activities around Park City. 

I am going to start the tale a couple months ago when a couple buddies of mine and I were tromping around Main Street on a warm day over the summer.  We started out the day getting out of school and heading over to the city bus to get to the top of Main Street.  Whenever we hangout at main street we usually spend some time in the local Quicksilver with a couple of the employees we know until we decide it is time actually do something with our day.  At that point we wander down the road looking for something that will drain the time away or give us a good adrenaline rush.  On this particular day it was a building that was under construction.

We saw this building and all decided we should go check it out.  We circled around the building until we found an open stairwell we could get into the building from.  After finding that we wandered around in the building until we hurt a voice yell up at us.  The aggravated man screamed, "Hey what are you doing up there?!"  Everything stopped dead in their tracks and looked frantically around for an exit.  I spotted another stairwell across the room for which we all started stealthily running over to.  The problem that faced us at the moment was that we did not exactly know where the voice we heard came from.  So we were out of the frying pan and straight into the fire.  I went first down the flight of stairs very slowly listening to every little sound I could.  Once I got down about 3 flights of stairs I heard footsteps advancing up the stairs very fast.  Once again we all looked at each other which hopeless eyes.  A friend of mine named Lance found a large drop we could jump down to a fairly soft landing which was on top of bags of sand.  Being the only option we acted quickly and leaped out of the building.  A couple of us got the wind knocked out of us but overall we were ok and made it out of the building in one piece.  That was only the tip of the ice burg in our journey through our precious teenage years.