Sunday, March 06, 2005

I go away for the weekend. I get a cold. I don't sleep. 40 year olds way out-party me. I have to skate regardless. I have a blast. I first succeed in doing a french braid. I score two goals. I wear a pink feather boa. I leave long before the dancing. I skate heard, and cough hard, and sprawl across the back seat on the way home. And then I go back to work the day after.
Is this a good thing?

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