Skiing in the rain is something I generally don’t do anymore, but Marshall was adamant this weekend and it probably did me more good than harm anyway. Fortunately, it only rained on Saturday and cleared up—well, turned into snow, anyway—on Sunday.
Friday was an interesting evening as it turned into a full-on pub crawl with a bunch of my and Joy’s friends. We must have hit something like 7 different pubs. It was unbelievable. What was equally unbelievable was how stinking drunk we all were at the end of the evening. I am so glad that a relatively sober Chitown came to my rescue and drove me home. That was nice! Getting up the next morning was not. On the bright side, I did get a chance to come home and take a nap before eating and getting ready to go to an old friend’s house for Sporty’s birthday party. Speedy came with me and I got a great chance to reconnect with a bunch of college friends, wish Sporty well and have a mellow night before heading back up to the mountain in the morning. I caught a ride up with Speedy and Bono, who got along very well.
Apparently I miss quite the night of drama in HR, so I’m really glad that I went home. Marshall and Roche have been spending quite a bit of time together, which by default means that I’ve been spending a lot of time with Roche. It’s an adjustment, for sure, and one that’s been a bit tough to make while Indie Rocker is out of town. It’ll get easier, so I’m not worried, but it won’t get much easier until Indie Rocker’s back.
God, I promised myself I wouldn’t start with that again! Gah! 12 more days…
Quote of the Day: “If it doesn’t kill us, well I guess it makes us stronger/but my strength is aching as my eyes just drift away." Anymore, The Samples