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I suppose they could hang laundry on it.

Monday, December 8th, 2008

Christmas is in the air. One of the rooms down the hall had a full-sized decked out Christmas tree installed right between the beds. Tinsel and glass ornaments and lights. Honestly, I think it’s a bad idea. I’m not anti-Christmas or anti-consumerism. I just wouldn’t want to roll out of bed and be horribly lacerated by pine needles or throttled by tinsel.

The Grille is no exception. Recently our milkshake flavor of the week was Peppermint, which if, like me, you don’t know, that’s candy cane-flavored. In a nice touch, there were bits of candy cane crushed and sprinkled on top of the whipped cream. It looks very nice on paper and once it’s made. But as soon as I ate one, I realized that it’s not all it’s cracked up to be.

Because the candy cane bits are actual crushed-up candy cane shards. I was sipping on the shake when all of a sudden, a shard jammed up the bottom of the straw. I intensified my efforts until finally, the shard shot up into the roof of my mouth and I sputtered and yelped conspicuously.

I never like candy cane anyway.

“There’s dirt in my eyes and in my pants.”

Sunday, December 7th, 2008

So at 1:30 Chris and friends come into my room and invite me to go sledding on the local hill. So we walk there, and I don’t even get down the hill the first couple of times and when I do, I get turned around. There’s a divot halfway down that the front of my sled got caught on so I went from sledding to sliding my ass down a muddy frozen hill headfirst, ending up with dirt on my boxers. I blame my sucky abs which can’t adequately control my center of mass. Not until the last run down Slayter Hill did I finally slide all the way to the bottom and my “sled” was stopped by the concrete curb at the bottom of the hill. Well, the sled stopped. I kept going, bouncing off the concrete lip and sliding across the icy tiled patio above it. Unable to stand up again, I was furiously rubbing the bruise on my ass where it hit the curb.

We called it quits after that and started walking home. So I pick up a piece of black frozen slush off the ground that I thought was cool because it sorta looks like an arrowhead. I throw it at Chris who swings at it with his “sled”. The chunk fractures and one piece goes straight forward and hits me in the head. Do I ever get a glancing blow or a graze? No. The projectile hits me in the middle of my forehead. Apparently, the way I fell was the most comical it could have possibly been according to Dylan; my arms flew backwards and one foot went into the air and I landed on the asphalt flat on my back, black snow melting into my eyes.

That takes me back.