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flexagonLast night I saw my friend B the Ditcher (who, since she didn't ditch this time, will simply be called B). She took me to this bar I hadn't been to before, and I was in so much physical pain... between the smoke in my eyes, the overly loud noise hurting my ears and the overly strong drink burning my throat... that it took me a while to get over it, and then when I had, I felt unsophisticated. B is such a perfect, pert, cute little barfly, and I'm such a big no-alcohol-tolerance lunk. It is in my constitution to always have at least one friend who makes me feel like that, though... I don't mind. I think next time I'll make her come to my place though.
Then, this morning, I went skiing for the first time since late '98, with my friend X and some other friends of hers. The sun was breaking through a thick coating of ice on all the treetops--it was spectacular. And I didn't suck! I fell a few times but no more than you would expect. Skating helped, and tae kwon do helped (need to keep the skis a little apart, but parallel? Gee, feels a lot like riding stance). True, my quads are going to have something to say to me soon, but it'll be worth it... skiing is the closest thing to flying I've ever felt, short of being in a hang glider. At some point the fear falls away, and you're not having to turn too much, too painfully, and all the friction suddenly decides to go elsewhere, and you fly.
Ahhhhh. Bliss.
Then, this morning, I went skiing for the first time since late '98, with my friend X and some other friends of hers. The sun was breaking through a thick coating of ice on all the treetops--it was spectacular. And I didn't suck! I fell a few times but no more than you would expect. Skating helped, and tae kwon do helped (need to keep the skis a little apart, but parallel? Gee, feels a lot like riding stance). True, my quads are going to have something to say to me soon, but it'll be worth it... skiing is the closest thing to flying I've ever felt, short of being in a hang glider. At some point the fear falls away, and you're not having to turn too much, too painfully, and all the friction suddenly decides to go elsewhere, and you fly.
Ahhhhh. Bliss.
