nanoflux (nanoflux) wrote in uw,

My feet are cold.

My feet are cold.
My feet are so cold, they're the literal color of snow white.
My feet are so cold, they're still cold after a hot shower.
My feet are so cold, the contents of my socks were slush, not water.
My feet are cold.

What an effin' day.

My day started at 7:55a today when I was running to my bus stop on 125th and Lake City Way to catch the 8:01 372. Which was amazingly on time. Took the bus, to U Village, where I walked up a closed Pend Orelle Way. At work by 8:40a, 10 not-a-big-deal minutes late. Spend work bitching about UW policy on snow days and wondering who's going to have to get killed getting to school before policy is rectified.

10:22a: Book out of work and head to Balmer for class.

10:35a: Arrive in time to listen to professor drone on and on, reading syllabus word for word. An amazing waste of time on any day, and worse with snow on the ground.

12:00p: Professor ends first session, a move I consider to be one hour and twenty minutes late.

12:01p: Rush out of class spoiling for a fight. Discover remainder of classes are canceled. Not surprisingly, find a frosty war brewing in the Quad. Finally get the opportunity to participate in a legendary Quad snowball fight, something I missed back in 2001.

12:45p: War reaches climax while yelling "For Frodo!!" while rushing across quad armed with snowballs alongside 100+ people. Snow finally starts making its way into shoes.

1:00p: Disengage from Snowball fight and head to Denny Field. As expected, an Ultimate Frisbee game is well underway. Join game. Snow finds its way into shoe enmasse.

2:30p: Realize that shoes are quite squishy and feel water massing around the tips of my toes. Realize that if I was to thaw at that particular moment, I'd be quite the human sponge.

3:00p: Frisbee game ends. Walk up toward Greek Row expecting further snow nuttiness.

3:15p: Find nuttiness in the vincinity of 45th and 20th, right at the top of the closed bridge leading to U Village. Find a small army of people using HFS food trays, cookie sheets, boxes, chairs, laundry baskets, and essentially any smooth glidable object as a sled down the bridge. This includes the "Road Closed" sign itself. As Seattlites, there is not a single "real" sled in sight. And we prefer it this way. :)

3:45p: Discover that HFS cookie sheets make for some righteous sliding action down icy bridge. This includes 360 after 360 and spending majority of time dropping down the bridge run ass-first on inagural run. Make it to the famed "bolt" which turned out to be an actual bolt driven into the bridge. Discover bolt by impaling cookie sheet in aforementioned bolt, catapaulting off sheet, and picking self off ground to discover a large dent in cookie sheet.

4:15p: Convince snow plow truck intending to descend bridge to plow elsewhere by making gesture of offering snow plow driver a sledding trip down the bridge. Driver grunted, walked back to his truck, and slowly backed away to cheers.

4:45p: Feet freezing, leave sledding in favor of grubbin' dinner at Shultzy's Sausage.

5:15p: Eat happily while drinking Solstice Hot Chocolate. Feet still freezing.

5:40p: Leave Shultzy's in hope of finding a bus. Feet still freezing.

6:15p: Finally get on a bus, by which point I'm literally unable to flex my toes.

7:00p: Get home.
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