First, every single one of us was hung over. (Sorry Dad) We had had a bit too much to drink the night before, but no one would admit that they were too sick to sled ride. Remember Fill in Boyfriend? Well, he was the first to go down the hill. On a round sled.
Needless to say, he spun the whole way down the hill. When he reached the bottom, he rolled off of his sled and proceeded to puke everywhere.
That was enough for me. I decided that I would simply be the photographer. Hubby agreed with me.
|Taking a picture of Hubby taking a picture|
After watching them go down the hill a few times, I get a tap on my shoulder. Two of my friends that I had invited but didn't think would show up were standing there. I hadn't seen them in a long time and they don't live around here so we don't get too hang out too often.
I watched as they walked up the hill and then waited their turn to come down. They both got onto one sled and stormed down the hill at a speed that would have probably made me shit my pants. Then they hit a bump. The bump sent them flying in the air, but they landed back on the sled. Safely.
Or so I thought. At the bottom of the hill, where I stood safe with my camera, they both got up. One was holding his hand over his mouth, and then other was holding her hand over her nose. Trails of bright red blood hit the snow as they made their way towards me.
Evidently, when they hit the bump, the girls face had smacked into the back of the boys head and made her nose bleed. His head had hit the handle on the sled and made his mouth bleed.
The girls walks up to me, hands me the sled and says, "No thanks."
We had to go inside and get them all cleaned up. We finished the task at hand and the boy thought he'd give sledding another try.
Halfway down the hill he crashed into another sledder and nearly broke his arm.
They left after that. We stayed and ended up having a lot of fun. Even though most of us ended up at the bottom of the hill sipping on hot chocolate and watching strangers risk their lives.