Tuesday, December 4, 2007

Yoru wa Shizuka de Kirei Desu

i just peeled off my wet socks and threw them on the clothes pile. i've got two giant mud cakes on m'pantses. just got back from a few hours of snowball tossing and sledding with various folks from various continents after watching a few of the americans play some card game called asshole where the loser has to wear a popcorn bucket with a steaming turd and the word "asshole" drawn on it. we played your standard tactical run n' shoot snowball fight for a while, and then some tiny sleds appeared out of nowhere, and we headed over to the park where there's a halfway decent incline and dove down it 6 or 7 score times. i rolled backwards over my damn neck and that may or may not have been when one of the sleds was demolished. we got a pretty good, slick path going down the hill, between two trees, over a curb and into an invisible puddle in the parking lot. came back to school, dumped some snow on some people, stowed the sleds under the stairs in the dorm, and tottered back to our rooms. i'm tuckered. got at least six parties in the next three weeks: taiko party, two cooking parties, a birthday, a going away, and the christmas celebration in akita city, for which i idiotically agreed to dress like friggin santa claus. i also made a bet with m'ladies that if they found all the necessary parts for a santa suit, i would wear it and do a stupid santa dance.

5 comments:

Carly said...

Hey Peet,
Howabout more pictures? Yes? Yes? Ok, bye.

Anonymous said...

I want to see pictures of you in the Santa suit!!!
Love, V in Lutsen

Anonymous said...

We are sending a package your way, hopefully by Monday Dec 10. Let me know when it arrives. (please,smiley face). We have over 20 inches of snow - yippee!
V in Lutsen

Jake said...

Peter-
Jeff and I were discussing bad 80s radio commercials for comedy clubs tonight, and the commercial for Bill Cosby at Northrup came up where he says "yogurt tastes like bad breath." I remembered your impression of this, and I laughed so hard I cried.

Anonymous said...

I have an idea... you could pretend you are Santa, and kidnap the real santa... Then take the sleigh, forget about all the kids and fly over to St. Paul and see me???? I think this will work