Mid-bite in to my eggs con chorizo, courtesy of Barrio Chino, I had a brilliant idea –Nicholas and I would convince Matt to take us to his cottage off the Husdon River for the holiday weekend. Of course, Matt agreed and a few hours later, Nicholas, Bjorn, Christie, Matt, and I, found ourselves cramped into a Mazda 3 (thanks ZipCar!) on our way upstate. We got there late, cooked up dinner, and called it a night.
The next morning, we headed out and explored the area. Another brilliant idea popped into my head –I’d convince everyone to go sledding! Okay, not everyone –Christie has a broken wrist, and Bjorn, well, he doesn’t do “fun” things (he also doesn’t dance!) Sled in hand, it soon became apparent that my “brilliant idea” was a not-so-brilliant idea. The snow wasn’t sledable?! I have no idea what snow is sledable or not! Snow is snow, right? Guess not. Apparently, snow has to be packed or something. Whatever. And so I emerged from the hill of snow, freezing, cold, looking like a snowman, and upset that I couldn’t glide down the hills.
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