Snowball for You

what kind of person does that? takes a mug off someone's desk? especially a Wonder Woman mug? i mean, damn. i found that in a yard sale on Molokai. i've had it for ten freakin' years.

does this mean i'll have to expose myself to "coffee mug humor" when i shop for a replacement? "I Hate Mornings!" ha ha ha!

gack.

so yeah. we went to Tahoe on sunday. me and madhavi and lumpilstiltskin. just, you know, a snow day. it had been a good weekend. bar hopping with crazy al and the souse-ettes on friday. mud-romping with the dogs at land's end and burmese food on saturday. then a late night party crash for a good discussion on the merits of animism. uh. did i tell you matt's back from brazil? he is. he's married. he told us about animism and frying semen which i do not believe are related.

on sunday, we drove to Tahoe. they've got snow there. on the ground. we stayed in Markleeville in this nice little motel with doors that did not lock but which let us bring the dog. we got there after dark and went to this awesome bar with brassieres tacked to the ceiling except now there are no brassieres. just soft jazz. and bad food.

brassieres are better than soft jazz and bad food.

we did not hang out there.

in the morning we drove to kirkwood and lumpo and i went x-country skiing. i haven't done that since i was ten. i fell. down. in the snow. in a manly way.

it was really pretty and the sun was shining and we had ass-nasty jerky for lunch and a big block of kroeger's cheese. mmm! we saw wolverines and pelicans and snow rabbits but they were all painted on signs. we did not see any other people because it was monday! ha ha ha! we saw all those sorry bastards driving home from Tahoe on sunday in what appeared to be eight hours of stop and go traffic over twenty miles. suckers! they had brassieres tacked to their roofs though, so it wasn't all bad.

madhavi went snow shoeing 'cause her knees hate her.

then, after we had excercised for three hours i insisted we do something stupid and dangerous because x-country skiing is neither. lumpino and madhavi cannot downhill ski because they are broken, so i bought us a sled.

a sled!

it was bright green and round and had two little handles. it was big enough for most of your butt.

i am very curious about the word sled: i slide. he slid. it's a sled. i bide, he bid, it's a bed.

we found a nice hill that was not part of a "snow park." puh-leeze. snow park? whatever. lumpastic and i made a sled run and built a jump that shot you up at a forty-five degree angle. then we proceeded to hurt ourselves with vigor. there was a nice steep downhill that made you say "oh shit" when you saw the jump at the bottom. then all four of your limbs would shoot out in disparate directions as if to say, "abandon abdomen!" before you splayed out in the show with the grace of a horse in a vat of jell-o. snowballs were thrown. it was good throwing snow because it was beautiful and sunny.

doof!

then we drove home via the pizza-parlour of poor grammar and my in-law's hot tub.

today, someone stole my Wonder Woman mug. i wish i had saved a snowball.