A Brief Summary of Kat's Winter Break

Mm, Christmas. It was a good time. But the real fun started on the Friday before New Years', when Crystal and I went up to Virginia to go to my very first real "club": Peabody's. I danced. It took a good bit of convincing from Crystal, but finally she was dragged out on the floor by a rather creepy guy, and I had to go make sure she didn't get molested, and that required dancing. According to Crystal, whose word I don't entirely trust, I looked good. However, in my personal estimation, I probably looked like a dying bat trying desperately to flap my way into the air. Or possibly a wounded kangaroo trying to jump.

That said... who's up for Lulu's?

Early on New Years' Eve, Crystal and I drove down to Avon, where we spent a blissfully unsupervised week of debauchery. By debauchery, I of course mean staying up until 4 AM and getting up at about 3 PM. It was glorious. I also made a lot, and I do mean a lot, of hemp. Here's a small fraction of the week's yields:

I'm particularly proud of the shell chokers, because those are shells I picked up at the beach in Avon and I love the way they turned out.

On New Years' day, we went to the beach at sunset, and it was one of the most gorgeous sunsets I've ever seen. There were dolphins playing just beyond the waves. I ran into the water despite the fact that the ocean was about forty degrees. In fact, I did that pretty much every time we went to the beach.

One night around ten, we realized that we had no food in the house and went to Food Lion. We proceeded to get checked out by about five men of Hispanic origin. After they turned corners to ogle us, Crystal started getting angry, while I remained amused. However, after we paid and headed out to our car, the wolf whistles started.

I pulled the car around to drive by, and they waited until we were almost past and whistled loudly. At that point, we decided that we were rebelling against the objectification of women. I threw the car in reverse, rolled down the window, and yelled, in Spanish, "Do you have something to say to us?"

Cue shock. The guy at the front froze, shook his head, and muttered, "No, no, no."

We drove off. And they followed us. We stopped at a gas station; they stopped at the gas station. I drove into the residential area, parked in someone's driveway, and waited until they drove past to go home.

Well, there you have the highlights. Apart from nights spent in the bowling alley/pool hall, there's little else I remember. Now I'm back at AU, hanging out with Roz, and watching more Boy Meets World than you can shake a stick at.

Soon the laziness of winter break is going to be over... but until then, I'm going to glory in it.