We've applied for another apartment, as our current living situation is wearing thin. One of our roommate's is becoming difficult to live with, his one of those types to label everything that is his - No! we're clearly not interested in your protein shakes and No! you don't have to hide your Grandmother's maple syrup in your room but by all means help yourself to our unopened peanut butter and leave the lid off- that's a roommate remedy right there! Don't even get us started with the cupcake saga. And God forbid we have to listen to the song "Sheeps go to Heaven, Goats go to Hell!" one more time! Please note that if we suspiciously go missing, there is a wine cellar underneath our pantry, we may have a Leighton Meester on our hands.
Dancing at Longhorn's on a Sunday night is much like the ice hockey here- anything goes! I was thankful to leave the bar with only a bruised eyebrow bone after some drunk doosh bag didn't understand the concept of person space, and ended up head butting me in the eye- way to make an impression! That was not the only beating that I took that night, aside from the head butt there was a boob in the eye, as girls that are are super model height, aggressively waved them around, the curse of being the daughter of a jockey, I was clearly in a danger zone! And then their was the fist air pumping that went on, as people were going nuts as soon as the song 'Chumbawumba' came on, and so the lyrics go "I get knocked down but I get up again, you're never going to keep me down!". So between dodging the fist air pumping, and boobs on the loose, I felt as though I was trapped in a super sonic game- game over bitch!
The dance floor was out of control, there were girls dancing on the bar- I think we can all blame the release of Coyote Ugly for planting that seed. Julia and I tried matching the half naked girls dancing on the bar, with bringing our best to the podium, unleashing some pretty sexy moves. I don't mean to brag but I did pull out the big guns with an air guitar to the best of Jon Bon Jovi- to quote some guy had come up to me with "I thought you were cool until I saw you dance!" Admittedly, I wasn't in my best form as my vision was rather blurred from the smoke machine and the double vodka shots equally measured. Needless to say, there was a frenzy of activity on the dance floor.
During our shining moment on the podium, this German guy decided to jump up on the podium with us, yelling out "Ich bine eine Nus". Oh how I regret ever mentioning the one German sentence I know, as every time I run into this guy I have this forced conversation about Nuts on a Bus. The German guy had way too much excitement, in his attempt to replicate my air guitar, he near swiped me off the podium- it really wasn't my night, now you know why I was lucky to only walk away with a bruised eyebrow bone.
This was the drawing point of "I think it' time to go home"as any longer I was pushing my nine lives to the limit, where we made our way to Zogs for the mid night fries stop. Needless to say, I walked away covered in mayonnaise, as Julia had flung mayo all over my Kathmandu jacket- accident prone much!
Then there was Valentine's day, and what better way to celebrate with a morning snowboard together in a snow blizzard, friends that near kill themselves together, stay together. After, surviving the blizzard, we went out for breakfast then later went out for dinner and cocktails over candlelight with another friend, toasting to all the single ladies. After dinner, we went out to Tommy Africa's for 80's Night, where Julia caused a fist fight amongst two guys that were both trying to pick her up, whilst this was happening Julia obliviously continued twirling her glow sticks, then later realised that the two guys rolling around on the dance floor punching on were fighting over her. We stepped over them and headed to the bar for more porn star shots before heading home in a taxi. The taxi driver gave us two Valentine cupcakes, who would have thought that our Valentine would be the guy we were paying to drive us home. Little did we know that there was an anti- Valentine's Day celebration around the corner for the singles- just our luck.
We've had more snow the past four days than Ben Lomond has had in 10 years, therefore have made a conscious effort to spend more time on the mountain this week. As we've been up quite a bit lately, we've started tackling some steeper hills. Julia has it down pat, and is confidently gliding down, however I'm still having difficulty linking my turns, which has resulted in many thrills and spills, I'd even had difficulty getting off the chair lift which ended with a face plant on the concreted snow. I looked up to Julia for a little help, only to find her flirting with the 'lifty', throwing snow balls at one and other, don't mind me! By the end of the day, I started to get it and we were both gliding confidently down the hill, and just as we had reached the end, I got a little over confident and lost control. I flew over a clump of snow, and landed on my back, winding myself, I wasn't quick to get up thi time around. The true friend that Julia is, sympathetically layed beside me until I caught my breath back. The impact of this fall, felt as though someone had punched me in the face, I am yet to befriend the mountain!
Love
Lydia & Julia x
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