In search of a midnight Sled

This past Saturday evening was a rather interesting one, especially considering I did not partake in any substance consumption at all (I know, I am responsible and studious =). I spent the begginning of the night viewing the truly epic 3:10 to Yuma for about the twentieth time. This was an amazing experience as always. However someother individuals down the hall were partaking in some certain stress relief methods and after the viewing was over I meandered down the hall.

Upon investigation I discovered that a certain couple altered floormates had decided that it was time to go sledding. I found this to be an excellent idea for some reason, it was probably just out of sheer boredom and a slight urge for an adventure on the scale of Yuma. A detail worth noting is that it was in the single digits plus wind chill. WE armed ourselves to the teeth, each of us three bundled to the brim, all carrying our stolen trashbag "sleds" as we exited the warmth and comfort of Millis.

The initial stages of our quest were unsuccesful and cold. We traveled towards Redston in search of an adequate hill. Unsuccesful, we decided to make an exodus towards Davis where we knew of a ideal slope. Upon the way we encountered a large snow mountain formed by plows. The logical thing to do was to try to sled down that. As we ascended this miniature hill we were startled as people emerged from inside the mountain. This was startling to say the least, especially for my more twisted friends. They implored us to get off of their igloo for fear of a collapsed. We realized the merit of the situation and ascended promptly. We ere then invited inside to partake in some extracurricular activities. The absence of neccesary materials dictated that we move on. We said farewell to our hosts and continued into the night.

Unfortunately, the "igloo" has long since been washed away. The rest of our quest was succesful, and yes, large trashbags are surprisingly effective as sleads.