Last night the team I was cheering for won the Grey Cup and thousands of fans headed into the street whooing and high-fiving late into the night.
I had to work in the morning, so I was thinking about just going home to bed, but my friend insisted I celebrate in the streets with her. She said: “You’re only 25 once and we’re not going to win this again in the next 20 years.”
So we went out and had some cold fun, which resulted in a police officer grabbing my arm and pushing me onto the sidewalk when I went to cross a street illegally. That’s the closest I’ve come to going to jail, and it was a bit of an adventure being manhandled by the police :)
I was pretty cold even though I was bundled up in a puffy jacket, scarf, hat, ski boots and mitts. Only my eyes and nose were exposed.
When I decided it was time to go home, I walked, alone, down a main street. I was only a few blocks from my friends and there were still tons of people around when I heard a drunk guy in a truck yell something about me being a hooker. Startled and a little afraid, I hurried home as fast as I could and was happy to lock the door behind me.
What I learned:
- Celebrating football victories with friends is good.
- Walking alone in the dark is not so good.
I should invest in a big, scary boyfriend or pepper spray.
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Hookers in the States are different, they usually try to attract patronage by wearing as little clothing as possible, even in winter. Congratulations for your new status as Homeowner. I hope I'm not too late, but don't buy a Kohler toilet unless you want a lifetime of anguish.
Kohler is my most hated of all plumbing fixtures...
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