Last night was no typical Friday night "down the pub". Snow fell heavily during the day. I would hazard a guess at 12 inches in less than eight hours. That's enough to draw some cities to a complete standstill. Not this city though. The snow plows were out in force followed directly by the salt trucks.
I arrived home much later than normal but in a good mood. A few inches of snow blanketing everything in sight has the power to make you forget about any other crap swirling around in your head. I asked the room-mates what the plan for the evening entailed. The reply: sledding, or flying down steep snow covered hills on a plastic dish shaped object as I like to call it.
We drove a few miles to the park with the good hills. Naturally, we brought some booze to quench the thirst developed from running back up the slopes to repeat the sledding process. One friend brought a bottle of Jameson. I stuck with the beer. Probably not as good at warming your internal organs though.
Martha lost the car keys in the snow. The next time we see them will be when the snow melts in April. I was having too much fun to get stressed out about the loss of a bunch of metal. Up and down the hills we flew. The impact of the hard frozen earth on my arse was felt more and more as we sledded down the same run. The maiden voyage on virgin snow is pretty cloud like. I imagine that more of this great winter activity will be enjoyed as the snow continues to fall.
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