(Pic taken from D&C's porch this past weekend)I love the snow. Maybe it's because I'm originally from a beachside city that gets more humid in February than the sweaty crevice between a camel's split cloven hoof. So if I ever wanted to see what resembled snow, I had to trek out to the frikkin' Drakensburg mountains about two hours inland from my little beachside sleepy hollow of a city. And once I would get there, it would look like someone had just sprinkled the tops with sugar. Or that fun white powder that seems to be so popular in L.A. night clubs.
What I guess I'm trying to say is that while people around me bitch and moan about the snow and how it makes stuff difficult to do, we need to remember that snow allows us to do really cool, crazy fun stuff too. Like skiing.
As the winter falls upon us here in North America, much like a dog drops a turd in the park, the various ski resorts start gearing for all the little city slickers who want to escape the maddening crowds and head to the other maddening crowds on the slopes. And soon I too shall be doing this. For the first time. On skis. Going downhill. On snow. Not knowing how to stop.
But we do not have that much snow yet. Which is sad for I would like to:
- build a snowman
- have a snowball fight - and win
- go skiing
- watch people slip and fall (it's funny, I'm not sadistic)
- take photos and listen to my family back in the sleepy beachside city "ooh" and "aah"
Yes, I like winter. Winter gives me every excuse to be pale. And to stay in bed and take naps. And read. And drink eggnog. And more coffee than is humanly possible.
Bring it on. Let it snow, let it snow!
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