Ri(t/d)e of Passage
Dec. 10th, 2009 08:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hmpfToday I was very glad to have my monster winter jacket, which I initially bought for a winter dig years ago, and which is too warm for 99% of all middle-European winter situations, because today I had my first ride on an inflatable.
It was just a glorified taxi ride, really. But, still. It felt a bit like some sort of rite of passage. *g*
It was very cold and very wet, and I'm seriously considering using my hair dryer on my trousers now...
Oh, and yesterday I forgot to mention the Massive Group Hug. Yes, we really *are* (as someone grumbled), "fucking hippies". (It wasn't really a group hug, though. More like a giant, 200-person put-your-arms-across-your-neighbours'-shoulders... thing. But it was as close as you can get to a group hug with 200 people.)
It was just a glorified taxi ride, really. But, still. It felt a bit like some sort of rite of passage. *g*
It was very cold and very wet, and I'm seriously considering using my hair dryer on my trousers now...
Oh, and yesterday I forgot to mention the Massive Group Hug. Yes, we really *are* (as someone grumbled), "fucking hippies". (It wasn't really a group hug, though. More like a giant, 200-person put-your-arms-across-your-neighbours'-shoulders... thing. But it was as close as you can get to a group hug with 200 people.)
