I've gotta tell you all something... there's nothing like sledding in the dead of night.
My brother, Brian, and his fiance, Jen, came to our place tonight because Jen and Katie were going to go to some purse party while Brian and I played video games and whatnot. Well, when they got back, it had been snowing pretty well (sorry to rub it in, SJ), and Jen wanted to go play in the snow. You see, she's from SoCal and has never experienced snow in all its natural glory before.
So we did just that. We went outside and had a snowball fight and made snow angels. We also made some meals of the snow and took a few photos.
Then, despite it being 9:30 at night, we opted to head to Wal-Mart and pick up sleds so we could go to a local sledding area and enjoy the snow.
And, boy, did we. Nobody was there (although it was obvious someone had been earlier in the night). Three of the four sleds we bought were useless. But the fourth, an inflatable triangle that we have since dubbed "Bermuda" (because, once you get in it, you "disappear" like the Bermuda Triangle), was incredible. We were setting land speed and distance records on it. We sledded for about 45 minutes soaking every square inch of our bodies.
Sopping wet, we went straight to our favorite watering hole and picked up some chips and salsa, beers, and lemon drop shots. Finally, we ended the night with some take-out McDonald's and Die Hard on cable.
How can you top this night? I don't think it's possible. It was just too much fun.
Yeah, the holiday spirit is coarsing through me now in full force.
