I got in my car from work, and I had icicles on my moustache. That’s right, moustache. Even though the day of work wasn’t good, and my face was colder than a she-devil’s teat, that face-cicle made up for it.
Be sure to read my previous blog entitled, ‘Best Day Ever‘. It probably was just that, the best day ever. Regina was ridiculous. I spent a good three hours driving up Albert, as well as running in and out of traffic high-fiving and hugging hundreds of strangers. If you could get diseases from hugging, I’d have a few of the grossest ones. My hand also bruised from all the high-fives that were spread around. Rider Pride baby.
I like winter.