A Sad Snow Story
Last week we had mounds and mounds of snow. Perfect, perfect packing snow, almost suspiciously ideal for building, well, anything. I helped some friends build a snowfort. They had this neat idea of using recycle bins to pack the snow to make bricks. So by the end of it all, we had this enormous behemoth of a thing, maybe a little over five feet tall and at least ten feet in diameter. We even had a wall segment by the door that curled around so that you couldn't just go directly inside, you had to walk through a little corridor first.
A funny thing happened as we were building, a group of Rowdy Bros strutted past and one of them shouted "BUT WHAT ABOUT AN AERIAL ATTACK?" We sort of laughed and went back to building, like we weren't really making it to actually have snowball fights, more just to hang out in, since it felt like it was at least 20 degrees warmer inside than outside.
Right so suddenly there is all this yelling and snowballs flying out of the sky- the group of boys went up on the roof of the parking garage beside our snowfort and were throwing snowballs at us. It would have been futile to throw back, so we didn't, just kind of laughed and waited till they got bored and they went away.
So cool fort, nice inside, we were looking forward to showing it to Skwinky's friends when they came to visit the next day. That morning I wake up and have this wretched start to my day, and to add insult to injury I begin making my way down the path to class and go to look for the fort. As I'm coming up to the field I think to myself, oh it must be further to the left than I remembered.... but as I grew closer and the entire field became visible, I realized, the fort had been entirely demolished overnight.
Now, don't get me wrong. I realize this is a college campus, and wasn't really expecting the fort to be entirely intact for all of time. But like, I figured there would have been at least SOMETHING left of it to play in. At least our guy friends got to have a snowball in it the night before, but still.
R.I.P. Fort Flumple.
Don't kid yourself, friend. I still know how.
"I'd much rather dream about my co-written Meth Beatdown script tonight." -JSConner800000000