What’s it like living with your brother and having him around all the time to ski with?
It’s pretty awesome. I think I definitely need my brother around me to do well. Every trick I learn from day one he’s there learning tricks, too. Like when I learned my whiskey flip, I’d have him stand on the deck and watch. He’d always watch my whole runs and be like, “You’re going slow here, you’re missing your grab…” He’s super critical. And I’m the same way with him, but it’s hard ‘cause he got hurt a bunch of times this year so he didn’t get to compete much, but got a lot of filming done. It’s like having a best friend who’s around you all the time. We’re definitely brothers, but it feels more like friends than anything, you know?
Did you and your brother pick on you little sister growing up?
When we were growing up, me and Meg picked on Michael, which is sad because Michael is such a sweetheart and Meg and I were so mean to him. He was the middle child and Meg and I got along so well. Once Michael and I started going to ski camp, we started hanging out more in the summer and then we all just kinda became best friends. It sucks ‘cause now he’s bigger than us and we can’t pick on him anymore. Now Michael and I definitely play the older brother protective role for Meg.
So when Meg brings home a new guy, you guys beat him up?
I’ve seen both me and Michael choke a guy. Usually we’re kidding; we just like to scare people. A lot of people we do it to are our sorta friends who try to date Meg. The first person Michael did it to was Jon Lafferty. He started dating Meg and the first day it was official, Michael saw him at a party and just glared at him, walked straight across the party, picked him up by his throat against the wall and said, “Don’t f—k with my sister,” and set him back down and walked away. Michael was laughing, walking away, and Jon was shitting
his pants.
Our Assistant Editor, Shay Williams, wanted me to ask you about the first time you bought a
girl flowers.
I hate you, Shay. If you were here right now I would slap you and you wouldn’t see it coming because you don’t have your glasses.
‘Cause he got hit by a car yesterday.
Yeah you got hit by a car yesterday by a former Freeskier intern. Shows how smart they are.
I wasn’t so good with the ladies back in the day. And by not so good, I mean really not so good. This girl in high school I liked, I was a junior, and she was a freshman. She was my first real kiss when I was 17. We made out a bunch, she went home for Thanksgiving for five days, came back and wouldn’t talk to me. Somehow I f—ked up. Our ski coach, Vince, was trying to teach us about girls and was saying you can fix anything with flowers. I had a crush on her ‘cause it was like, first kiss and shit, and I was like alright, flowers, yeah, good call. So I get some flowers one night. I walk into the dorm after getting somebody to let me in —
super embarrassing ‘cause I’m holding flowers. I give them to her and she’s like, “Thanks. These are really nice.” And that was the end of it.
Did she invite you in or anything?
No, because guys weren’t allowed in the girls’ dorm rooms with the door shut. I pretty much got shut down with flowers in my hand.
Did she break your little heart?
No. The next year, the same girl dated me for like, three weeks. She was my first real girlfriend. Then this is how she broke up with me: “Uh, Peter? I live in the dorms and I hear all the girls talking and you’re like, God’s gift to women. I can’t hold you back,” wanting me to be like, “No I really like you,” but I was like, “YEAHHH! I’m out. PEACE!” That’s a pretty pathetic break-up line.
Did you really win a magic card tournament when you were in high school?
You guys are killing me. Yes I did. It was a small one. I had a really good deck, okay?
Speaking of your love life. What is the weirdest date you’ve ever been on?
I had won a free cruise through some drawing and I was trying to get anybody to go on it and I couldn’t. All my friends were in school, nobody could go, whatever. So this chick I had met at a contest… I call her and I’m like, “Do you want to go on a cruise? It’s free.” She’s like, “Sure.” Booked a plane ticket right while I was on the phone with her. She’s super rich… mama’s girl.
So then she’s like, “You want to come to my prom?” I was like, “Hell no!” I was 22 and the prom’s in another state. I call my friend Blair and he’s like, “Dude, let’s go to prom!” So we got him and his friend dates. She flew me out to prom for one night and almost didn’t even show up because she thought her hair looked bad. I was in the limo doing all the picture stuff driving around with no date with all these high schoolers, and I’m just like, this is f—king ridiculous.
So the girl ended up showing up, we danced and went to the big ass hotel room they had. I had never partied with high schoolers ‘cause I didn’t party in high school so I was like, “Holy cow. This is ridiculous. This is a junk show.” This one girl passed out and starts mumbling and we’re all like, “Are you okay?” She’s like, “I gotta pee.” So we pretty much carry her to the bathroom. She gets in, sits down on the toilet and just starts peeing. Didn’t pull her pants down. Two seconds later another girl comes running across the suite with the eye. You know that look you see on people when they’re going to throw up and they can’t see anything but the toilet? Busts open the door, throws up on the chick that just pissed her pants. I was like, “Are you kidding me right now?” The next day I got on my flight and came home.
Came home and bought a house?
Yeah
Congratulations! How did it go?
It’s pretty intense. I definitely had the most stressful two days I’ve ever had because I had to get my down payment and I didn’t think I would get it all together. It’s brand new, three-bedrooms in a town I’m never going to live in, but it’s a straight-up investment. Being 23 and being a homeowner is pretty sweet and I pretty much did the whole thing on my own and tried to do it without too much of my parents’ help. My mom stepped in huge at the end to give me some funds on loan real quick but we got it all figured out.
You own a home but you live in a shitty college house in Boulder. You don’t even go to school.
Pretty much our house is what you’d see in a movie. Constant craziness, beer pong, half the people I meet random places signing posters are like, “I’ve partied at your house before!” My roommates are super fun; we all get along really well. We all have the same view: have some parties and respect each other. But then there’s the disgusting side of living in a shitty house in Boulder that’s just trashed from 100 years of kids partying in it. The sinks are falling off the walls and are spraying everywhere, the doors don’t shut, all the windows are broken and it’s just ridiculous.
But it’s funny ‘cause friends come over who’ve never really seen it before and they’re like, “This is college? Oh my god.”
