A friend told me it was snowing, but when I looked out my window I didn't see any. Still, I ran out of the flat (then ran back in for my coat, then ran back out again) and actually saw one or two odd little white spots kind of drifting toward the ground. Just one or two, just enough for me to kind of scrunch my face up and go, "Is that a snowflake? Is that what that's supposed to look like?"
I'd never seen snow fall before. At least, I don't remember ever having seen it fall. My parents once took my brother up to Big Bear for a weekend when we were younger, and I went skiing my freshman year, but beyond that I don't remember ever having seen it.
But now it's snowed at least once a day for a week. Frigging amazing. It's everywhere. The airport here was shut down for several days and the whole country is basically freaking out.
This is a view from my bedroom window, taken a few days ago. It was snowing hard enough that all the flakes were visible!
Three days ago I had to go to the archery club's Christmas dinner at a nearby pub--it was a whole big to do, with the back room rented out and everybody getting dressed. I'd had a few reservations, like I would with anything I ought to wear a dress to, but it was so, so fun. There wasn't a whole lot of food, but dinner was tasty, the company was great, and I went with friends to two different clubs afterward. The second one is kind of our regular spot, I guess, and it's quite a dive. Terrible music that never changes, you know? But that night there were different DJs, so there was good music!
And then afterward, when the club closed and they kicked everybody out--at three in the morning, mind you--we had a snowball fight on the way home. IT WAS SO MUCH FUN I NEED A BIGGER WORD FOR "FUN." Hysterically fun. I like to think I kicked some ass, even while wearing a dress. :)
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