Sliding Down Hills, the Joy

Aside from multiple cancellations, probably because of the weather, the sailor party was fun.  Admittedly it’s been a while since I went out and had a few drinks.  It’s been even longer since I actually danced.  As long as I don’t think too hard about the dancing my levels of mortification are amazingly low.  Now I am guilty of dancing a lot when by myself or with my daughter, but as she thinks I’m wonderful no matter what I do, there’s no pressure there to impress.  But as I said, last night actually went rather well, from my point of view anyway. 

Of course I had less fun getting home in this ice.  Actually getting out was fun as well.  Town wasn’t too bad though.  It was less of an ice rink than my hill let’s put it that way.  The taxi dropped me off at the top of my hill.  Not too bad I thought, as I live more or less at the top.  However, I kind of slid all the way down to my house.  First I managed to skid into the grit box, where I managed to fish out my door keys.  I then managed to slide all the way to my gate, attempting to grasp at walls and plants as I passed in order to slow my descent.  I managed to grab my gate before I skated past my house, and then I was in.  Shame it wasn’t much warmer inside when I got in.  Grrr.  Freezing today too.  We’ve had the heating on for hours and I’m still wrapped in numerous layers, shivering away.  The Child has found the perfect solution.  She’s fast asleep on the living room floor.  I tried to wake her, but gave up.

But as a final note, I was quite impressed by the bravery of the smurfs we saw out in town last night.  I assume they were smurfs anyway.  Blue body paint, and less coverage than most of us.  I was a complete wimp though and took my coat.  My scarf and gloves were crammed into my bag too.  What can I say?  I’m in my late twenties.  I’m getting old.  And I don’t care how drunk he was, I greatly appreciated it when at last some guy decided to try and nick my sailor hat. 

Anyway, at least I made it home in one piece.  And my head wasn’t too sore this morning.  Good old vodka.