Live From Burlington VT

The winter has finally arrived in Vermont. Better late than never, I guess. The coming of winter stimulates a myriad of emotions for a young, single snowboarder living in B-Town. On the one hand the falling snow means that we can stop watching snowboarding videos and playing Amped 2. The ability to satisfy our second strongest need, the desire to shred, is paralleled by the increased difficulty in satisfying primal urge number one, droppin’ in on a nicely shaped, freshly groomed college girl.
For those of you who are not aware, Burlington (A.K.A. Girlington) is a secret oasis of young, nubile college girls in the desert that is Northern New England. With three colleges, about eighty bars, a thriving music and dining scene, and the best snowboarding on the East coast all within 45 minutes of downtown Burlington, there is no shortage of females of every sort. College girls, waitresses, Spanish chicks, hippie chicks, snowboarder chicks (and plenty of pro-ho’s), nurses, punk-rock girls, salty sorority sluts, farmer’s daughters. Girlington has them all. The problem comes when the mercury dips. All of a sudden things come to a screeching halt. No more skirts and tank tops, no more booty-shorts going jogging, no more bikinis playing volleyball by the lake. Overcoats. More fucking overcoats and ug-boots than you ever thought possible. This creates a difficult situation for hollering at broads. It’s hard to roll up to some sweet little nugget on the sidewalk and start rappin to her, when your best 45 second game ends in frostbite, literally.
It’s a cold world out there in the Burlington winter. Some young gentlemen chose to hibernate. They simply purchase a sizeable amount of VT’s finest cash crop, buy the first season of Boondocks on DVD, and spend their days on the mountain and their nights on the couch. Granted, the occasional pre-existing jump-off may stop by, but this strategy usually leads to minimal encounters with the finer sex. Fuck that. We aint havin’ it. It’s time to warm up these frigid females with some smoov talkin’. Enough cloggin the blog. You can catch us at the bar, warmin’ up the ladies with a coffee and Bailey’s.

Catch Smoov B and Idioma on “The Movement”, Burlington’s illest hip hop radio show: www.wruv.org
By: Smoov B and Idioma

Add comment January 31st, 2007