My Playground...It's Freezing Here but at Least the Beer Stays ColdSubmitted by Ducky at 2007-01-30 20:33:26 EST
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I’m goddamn cold. January is synonymous with cold feet, drippy noses (when the mucous hasn’t actually taken it upon itself to freeze in up there), blue fingers, and frozen hair (make sure you’re wearing your toque if you go out after a shower). It’s at this time of year, when it gets dark at 3:30, when I have to warm my car up for 10 minutes every morning, when I have to scrape copious amounts of frost off of my window with my petro-points card because I can’t be fucked to look for my scraper…that I force myself to think of the reasons I love it here.
I can go tobogganing. It’s fucking fantastic and I don’t care how old you are…you should never outgrow this. There is nothing like trudging up the side of a mountain with your friends, smoking a joint, and then barreling down it on a small, plastic, non-steerable disk. If you get too close to the edge, where it drops down into a massive fucking canyon, you make fucking sure that you roll off before hand. It just makes sense.
I can build snow-forts and ice-bars. Again…fun no matter how old you are. Having an ice bar at a party is fucking cool. And snow forts? Please. NOTHING, is cooler than a snow fort.
I can ski and board, and drink beer outside...leisurely...without having to worry about it getting warm. I work at a resort when I’m not slaving in my 6 courses or at practicum, so it’s perfect. There is nothing like making first tracks in fresh powder. It. Is. Spectacular.
While I personally don't subscribe to this, swimming is still an option. This is usually something drunk men who are inevitably called Chad do after being built up by their friends.
"Yeah, go for it Chad...you're so fucking cool man...you've got some balls on you man....sweet".
"Yeah dudes, I so rock...check me out".
Chad's balls? They crawled all the way up through Chad's abdomen and into his throat. That water will kill your ass if you're in it for more than a couple of minutes. Have fun with that assholes, I'm sitting out.
Despite preferring to do this in summer, I can hike. It’s sort of like hiking in sand, except the sand is cold, and white, and snow. It was a beautiful day here today. I grabbed the dogs…well, borrowed, Poppy and Chemo…DON’T LOOK AT ME I CERTAINLY DIDN’T NAME THEM…and took them out for a walk on the lake. I only had to wrestle two rotting fish out of their mouths, and luckily nothing dead made it into my car.… unlike last time. They find the craziest stuff…
“Hey Athena, just dropping off the dogs”.
“What’s that smell?”
“Um…I dunno what you're talking aboot...I have to go, I'll talk to you la..”
“DUCKY WHY IS THERE A SHEEP LEG IN THE FOYER???”
...ah, the lake...
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