I don't know how you talked me into sledding that time. I mean, I hate snow and cold and wet, which is pretty much sledding right there, but there we were, and it was kind of fun even if we got snow up our noses and down our pants, and I still want to know how I got snow in my socks.
And there was that guy, who kept trying to get us to drink his cocoa, except that it smelled so strongly of booze that we would fall over giggling whenever he offered it, and we never did figure out if he was hitting on you or me or both of us or just being friendly.
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Date: 2005-02-05 12:42 am (UTC)And there was that guy, who kept trying to get us to drink his cocoa, except that it smelled so strongly of booze that we would fall over giggling whenever he offered it, and we never did figure out if he was hitting on you or me or both of us or just being friendly.