It started with a friend of mine, Emmett, and I sledding around on the hills of my dad's house, until we downgraded to trudging through the slushy roads when my older brother decided to join in.
But occasionally, brother dearest has some good ideas. His best idea was to go get his friend from school, Fish.
Yes, his name is Fish. Or at least, that's what we all call him.
^^Fish
We intruded on his home, woke up his sleeping step-father, talked casually about the Human Centipede movie on its inaccuracy to sustain human life, and then forced him out into the elements.
Afterwards, we hit up our dad's house for a quick jam session and sodas, until we decided to check out our dad's future duplex, with Fish insisting on playing my ukulele all the way over.
On our way over, we saw a "MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN, VOTE TRUMP", so naturally, being the gutsy, punk rock teen freaks, we pelted it with snowballs.
We then collectively decided we need more people in on this action. So we rooted through two different neighborhoods for my friend, Laura. An hour later, after being totally lost, we met up at Fish's house, where he collected his phone and we set back out.
It was then decided we owed a visit to my all time favorite teacher, who lives a little ways away. On our way, we rummaged through a kid's park, took some artsy pictures of the vulgar graffiti littering the party area, busted our butts on some iced over slides, and nearly hot wired a bulldozer. So we set back off to my teacher's house.
We got his attention by blasting the Space Jam theme song from across the road. He was proud of our music choices, and came out in a t-shirt and chatted for a bit, somehow managing to not succumb to the cold. We then left him to his lunch as we started our way back.
Less than half way, we noticed two familiar pedestrians, both who we would identify as my brother's and Fish's friends from school, Ken and Peyton, so it was only fair that they joined us.
They were also completely baked, and headed in the wrong direction for the nearest gas station to buy a new lighter, because Ken had drunkenly thrown theirs into the snow and loss it. We redirected them, first dropping by Fish's house so he could go home, then by Emmett's so he could have lunch, then by my dad's so my brother, Lou, could head to my mom's house. So, leaving Laura, Ken, Peyton, and I, we marched to the nearest gas station to buy a new lighter, and, respectively, food, because both Ken and Peyton had the munchies pretty bad.
And with that, we headed home, all parting to our own ways at the four-way stop.
And with that, I am left with the best snow day I've ever had. Thanks, Snowmageddon 2k16, I hope to see you again before the winter is over with. But for now, I'm off to thawing my toes back out.
And a bonus Moby picture.
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