Feb 06, 2004 03:00
holy merciful shit. we got glazed as well as I've ever seen (excepting the fiasco of '93).
took the bus to work. walked from the bus-stop to work. worked. etc. massive icing.
watching semis spin on main street should have entertained me. I got worries of my own. braved the ice and made it home. my plan was to: get drunk and gain ninja skills which would offer protection against the ice vs my high center of gravity OR get drunk to the point where falling down a lot hurt less.
my feet never failed me, but I was far from my balanced 'shadow-self-with-self.' I won, and I can't blame or offer thanks to bourbon. I can only wonder about the slide.
tomorrow brings what it may.