Ice Karma Part duhh... Sandbagged...
by Adam Littlefield on Friday, February 18, 2011 at 8:03pm
We were three hours in to a snow storm. Nate and I had somehow ended up in a tavern we rarely frequented any more, perhaps entertaining out-of-town guests. The details are foggy, it was awhile back, but I am quite sure there was Ice Karma involved. It was still early when we got started, maybe eight o’clock, and it had just started to snow. Heavy, wet snow it was. I may have taken weird drugs before we left my house, I was drinking voraciously. The other sinners in the place were eating my dust. We were ‘suuuuup-ing’ and ‘laaaaaaaater-ing’ left and right. At the time, I think we were still doing the Doug and Steve Butabi thing and actually bouncing girls in between us, mocking the brothers’ silly little dance. The ladies loved it. Really…
As we stepped outside to move on to bigger-and-better things, I wondered if the drugs were playing a trick on me. It had snowed a seemingly-inordinate-fuck-ton of snow in a very short time, as snow storms go; three hours and at least nine inches. I was steaming, literally. I had been sweating profusely inside, and some sort of science dictated that my sweaty body heat turn to steam as I stood in awe of the inordinate-fuck-ton. Everything was fine until we reached our home bar.
On the way, we had seen someone fall, and laughed profusely. I hesitated to laugh because I knew all about Ice Karma, but the laughs came regardless. I was giggly and babbly from the drugs.
The alley behind our usual hangout is treacherous in the winter. The Ice mixes with the mud of the gravel-needy alley and it becomes glacial back there. When the snow and ice start to melt, sandbags are placed in the gaps of the cement wall that runs along the alley to prevent further erosion of its already dilapidated state. Said sandbags just happened to be covered with several inches of wet, fluffy snow that night…
The sweat had finally dried, and I was babbling fluidly to Nate on our way toward the door. I usually just step over the wall, it is only three feet high or so, but with snow covering the unknown glacial formations of the alley, I opted to go through the gap in the wall. So I was babbling along, something about the Universe at work probably, and BOOM… I was flat on my face in the snow. The sandbag was craftily, carefully concealed by aforementioned wet, heavy snow, and I had tripped right over the damned thing.
As soon as we realized I was not injured, we burst in to laughter. I rolled over on my back and tried to catch my breath amidst wheezy guffaws. I am normally quite graceful when getting to my feet, but the booze and drugs made it a process. The area where I fell in the freshly fallen snow looked like a twelve-foot demon snow angel, and I looked like the abominable snowman. The laughs ebbed temporarily, and we went in to tell the tale…
This is just another example of karma at work. A fun reminder that our thoughts and actions have consequences, however small or large. Something to think about the next time we see someone fall or get dogged out in public, or any number of ugly things. Be careful, you could be next…
Good Friday to you, people…
~Boombalias
As we stepped outside to move on to bigger-and-better things, I wondered if the drugs were playing a trick on me. It had snowed a seemingly-inordinate-fuck-ton of snow in a very short time, as snow storms go; three hours and at least nine inches. I was steaming, literally. I had been sweating profusely inside, and some sort of science dictated that my sweaty body heat turn to steam as I stood in awe of the inordinate-fuck-ton. Everything was fine until we reached our home bar.
On the way, we had seen someone fall, and laughed profusely. I hesitated to laugh because I knew all about Ice Karma, but the laughs came regardless. I was giggly and babbly from the drugs.
The alley behind our usual hangout is treacherous in the winter. The Ice mixes with the mud of the gravel-needy alley and it becomes glacial back there. When the snow and ice start to melt, sandbags are placed in the gaps of the cement wall that runs along the alley to prevent further erosion of its already dilapidated state. Said sandbags just happened to be covered with several inches of wet, fluffy snow that night…
The sweat had finally dried, and I was babbling fluidly to Nate on our way toward the door. I usually just step over the wall, it is only three feet high or so, but with snow covering the unknown glacial formations of the alley, I opted to go through the gap in the wall. So I was babbling along, something about the Universe at work probably, and BOOM… I was flat on my face in the snow. The sandbag was craftily, carefully concealed by aforementioned wet, heavy snow, and I had tripped right over the damned thing.
As soon as we realized I was not injured, we burst in to laughter. I rolled over on my back and tried to catch my breath amidst wheezy guffaws. I am normally quite graceful when getting to my feet, but the booze and drugs made it a process. The area where I fell in the freshly fallen snow looked like a twelve-foot demon snow angel, and I looked like the abominable snowman. The laughs ebbed temporarily, and we went in to tell the tale…
This is just another example of karma at work. A fun reminder that our thoughts and actions have consequences, however small or large. Something to think about the next time we see someone fall or get dogged out in public, or any number of ugly things. Be careful, you could be next…
Good Friday to you, people…
~Boombalias
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