Egg on my window

So how about that snow, huh? Jeez Louise, it really came down today. I almost died driving to the store with my roomate just to get my girlfriend tacos on Valentines Day. How sweet. Since it is snowing to furiously we don't get to do much around here, do we? I mean you could go to the bubble and get some snow shoes or put on some snowpants and take a winter hike into the woods. Myself, I prefer a snowball fight. Remember when you were a kid throwing snowballs at your best friends head? What a great feeling that was. I remember more than one fight being ended because some jerk pressed his fluffy ball into an apple sized iceball and whizzed it at some poor little kid (that seems funny now that I'm an adult..stupid kids).

It seems not much has changed in the way of fair play sense then and now. During our last small snow storm, which I think was a friday night, a snowball fight erupted outside of my house. Friends from all over campus were in my Lakeview enjoying some pong and listening to Johnny Cash. However this was no ordinary snowball fight. We were flanked on both sides by, of all people to get in a iceball chucking competition with, baseball players, dun dun duuuuun.

From what I saw it was all fun and games for at least five minutes. Then something happened. I can only speculate, but I assume the opposing forces realized that the character of their foe (my long haired, Disco Biscuit listening friends) was different than what they are used too. The resulting actions based upon this sudden realiztion were severe. What seemed like a dozen of these kids were pelting three or four of my friends with lazer beam like precision. I opened the front door to smoke a butt and watch the show, but I was denied. A snowball whizzed at my head while i was still inside. Luckily I have cat like reflexes and I dodged it and my housemate Dennis took the full on assault in the face. I will admit, that was funny, but a little inconsiderate, I mean...it's someones house.

Anyhow, it got worse. Miutes after the fight elevated to at least a crimson red on Bush's scale of terror...Invasion!! One of these kids bummed rushed out door, pushed his way in and planted a big old snowball into a crowd of innocent bystanders trying to enjoy their evening. With a shout and a "Fuck all of you, I'll take any one of you on" he was gone. Moments later C.S. shows up to break it up..or rather rescue.

After the fact, those of us not involved in the fray ventured outside to talk to some of these guys, try to be cool, ya know. Cooooool. One ventured into conversation but the rest walking by weren't havin it. You could feel the disdain in the air. I used to play a lot of sports, I know the rush you feel after you defeat the other team. They tasted blood and they wanted more.

Later that night our house got egged. Coincidence? You tell me. I would like to sign off with a plea for tolerance. Get over yourself.